“Dad didn’t tell you?”

“No.” Caitlyn put some crackers and sliced cheese on her plate. “He just warned me never to come here.”

Shanna sighed. “Well, I’m glad you did. Thank you.”

Caitlyn took another sip of punch. “Why didn’t our parents come?”

“Mom does whatever Dad tells her to do. And Dad…well, he doesn’t approve of me.” Shanna motioned to some chairs next to the table heaped with gifts. “Did you know Dad works for the CIA?”

“Yes.” Caitlyn set her cup and plate on the table, then took a seat. “I used to think he worked for the State Department, but when he helped me get a job there, he confessed it was only a cover, and that he’d always worked for the CIA.”

Shanna nodded. “For the last six years or so he’s been in charge of a secret group called the Stake-Out team. Emma MacKay used to work for him.”

“Really?” Caitlyn glanced over at Emma, who was helping the baby Jillian eat.

“And another employee at MacKay S and I, Austin Erickson, worked for Dad.”

“Can I ask why they left?” Caitlyn figured it had something to do with her father’s overbearing personality. The thought of having him for a boss was definitely making her think twice about accepting his job offer. She topped a cracker with a slice of cheese and bit into it.

“They couldn’t agree with the mission of the Stake-Out team,” Shanna explained. “Dad’s investigating a group of…people with the ultimate objective of hunting them all down and destroying them.”

Caitlyn swallowed hard as the cracker stuck in her throat. “Terrorists?”

“Some of them are. I know all about it ’cause Dad tried to hire me, too. Our psychic power is inherited from Dad, you know. Our brother didn’t seem to get any.”