"My Christmas present? That's nice. But I'm not really in the mood to--" "Open the goddamn thing or I'll kill you where you stand." "Sir! Opening it." She ripped the paper, stuffed it hurriedly in her pocket, and pulled off the lid. "It's a key code." "That's right. It's to the ground transpo that'll be at the airport over in that foreign country. Air transpo's been arranged, for two, on one of Roarke's private shuttles. Round trip. Merry fricking Christmas. Do what you want with it." "I--you--one of the shuttles? Free?" Peabody's cheeks went pink as a summer rose. "And--and--and--a vehicle when we get there? It's so... It's so seriously mag." "Great. Can we go now?"