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I’m practically hopping to my room after Keith’s announcement that we were flying out tonight for some much-needed vacation time. Devon is whining about missing training this weekend and I tell him that he also needs to rest and he should be excited to possibly see Suri in a bikini.
He gave me the coldest glare in the whole of Antarctica.
“Maaan, it’s going to be a weekend full of hot bikini babes.” I comment as I'm shoving random clothes in my duffel bag, not even bothering to check what it is or if I’m getting what I need.
Well, it’s not like I need much. I’ll probably be topless ninety percent of the time I’m there.
I turn to Devon who’s lounging on my bed and staring at the ceiling like he’s lost in his own train of thoughts.
“Maybe this weekend is all you and Atlas need to
