"Skiing?"
"No."
"Beach?"
"Uh-uh."
"Cruise?"
"Nope."
The kitchen table needed clearing, but Sam lacked the energy. And Jack was too busy guessing.
"Visit Mark?"
"Um - no."
"Off world? P3F-754."
Sam harrumphed. "Seriously?"
Jacks brows flew upwards, then waggled. "It's got that great grotto. Remember? You and that bikini?"
"Yes." Grinning, Sam nodded. "But no."
"Damn." He frowned into his coffee cup. "Just tell me, will you? You scheduled time off this summer. It's gotta be for a kick-butt vacation, right?"
She leaned forward, placing a gray-scale picture of what resembled a Lima bean in front of him. "Not exactly."
