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“He’s not shaving his damn head,” Derek interjected “Christ, we’d lose ten points overnight Don’t underestimate the power of that head of hair”

Graceabout anyway?” she asked, falling onto the nearest chair and kicking off her flip-flops

“Nothing,” Jack answered, shooting a warning glance at Derek

“Didn’t sound like nothing toit loudly “Actually, it sounded like a lovers spat Is there so me?” she teased

Derek rolled his eyes and scooped up his laptop along with his briefcase “Why don’t you et away for a few days and clear his head He needs to get back in the ga is all wrapped up”

Derek looked at Jack pointedly “It’s been ages since you’ve had a vacation Go and get some R&R I’ll hold down the fort”

Jack didn’t answer him

“Wow What the hell is up his ass?” Grace said, ju to her feet after Derek left

“Nothing,” he said His mood was shit, and he still had a bone to pick with his sister, but it could wait Aside froue with so look like an art for Donovan James

“I think you should,” Grace saidout over the ocean

“Should what?”

“Go away for a few days I could stay here and look after Coco, and you could clear your head and ested”

He glanced down at his sister, noting the grin He was almost afraid to ask

“And what’s that exactly?”

“Get laid”