Jace unlocked the door, and he and Grace are immediately transported into their own little world of paradise. The is a kitchen nook off to the right as soon as they come in and a small living room with flat screen television farther into the bungalow. Off the living room is a deck with two gigantic sliding glass doors. Beyond them is a perfect, panoramic view of the beach—no civilization in the frame at all.

Jace sets down their luggage in the foyer and the two explore, Grace's mouth slack with the expensive taste of it all.

After inspecting the bathroom, and noticing that the countertops in every room were granite, Grace finally asked him, "Jace? How did you pay for all of this?"

He smiles. "My father left a hefty sum of cash to me in his will."

She blinked. "Without knowing your name?" Grace remembered that his parents died even before he was born.

"He labeled me as his 'only son' in it and there were papers of his DNA included. I got tested to prove my inheritance. We share the same blood after all."

Grace smiles sadly. "How do you feel about all this? Have you finally let...him...go?" she said, referring to Valentine.

Jace paused for a moment, thinking, and then nodded. "Yes. I have. All Valentine did was teach me how to be a good fighter, not how to be a son. My real father, I want him to be proud of me. Not to look down on me as his son who betrayed him by taking sides with the enemy."

"I am so happy for you," Grace says, still not able to get over how Jace had called Valentine by his name instead of 'father'.

Jace shrugged. "It is expected of me. Also, I think that my real father, Stephen, would be proud if I stopped calling that traitor my father. It disgraces him."

"Wow! Ben, check this place out!" Becca said as she opened the door.

He looked around. "It is rather ritzy isn't it?"

"NO! It's freaking sick! Check out the tub! It's a Jacuzzi!"

Ben comes over to look as well. "Nice. I have GOT to find the bedroom before my arm falls off."

Noticing him struggle, Becca says, "Oh God. Give it here." She takes the suitcases and carry them like it's nothing.

Ben splutters, "Well...you weren't holding them forever."

She just rolls her eyes and plops them on the king-size bed.

As they unpacked, Becca came to realize she had forgotten her bathing suit. "Crap! I forgot my bathing suit."

After unpacking, Jace and Grace put on their flip flops and walk over hand in hand to Ben and Becca's bungalow.

Becca opens the door cheerily. "Hey guys! Aren't the bungalows amazing?"

"YES! Ohmigod, we are going to have so much fun!" Grace jumps and claps, then has a look of seriousness pass over her face. "But there's a problem. I need a new bathing suit."

Becca looks relieved. "Thank God you do. I forgot mine."

"That's a good thing?" Jace asks.

"I have to get a new one," Becca says blatantly.

"I second that."

Jace slowly starts to back away. "And this is where we leave, Ben my man. Check out the club with me?"

Becca puts her hands on her hips. "You guys are going, too."

"The hell we are! Shopping? We're on the beach!"

Becca and Grace give them death stares.

Jace finally gives in and sighs. "Fine. I need a new nail file, anyway." Then he adds, "But if I'm going he is too," Jace insists, pointing to Ben who is trying to sneak out the back door.

"BENJAMIN STONE YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE!" Becca yelled.

Grace grabs Becca and Jace's hand and give's a girly squeal. "Oh my God, we're going to have so much fun!"

Jace gives an unenthusiastic, "Yeay."

Ben looks like he'd rather kill himself. Becca squeals with Grace and they both drag the guys out.

At the shops, Becca and Grace go straight to the fancy ones instead of stopping at the tourist traps, knowing that they could get a high quality bathing suit there instead for the same price.

The boutique they chose is in an exotic French decor with uncomfortable chairs.

The boys look at them dolefully. Meanwhile, the girls head straight for the bathing suits and start flipping through the bikinis. After the guys see the bathing suits they were looking at their attitude brightens somewhat.

However, Jace, bored, figures if he helps the process might go faster. He walks over and picks up one that is skimpy and black with red sequins.

"Try this one," he says, handing it to Grace.

She laughs like it's the funniest thing she's ever seen and shoves it back at him. "Nice try."

Ben taps Jace on the shoulder. "Dude, don't help. Just watch. They will probably model them for us."

Jace whispers back while the girls aren't watching, "Well, duh, but there's no harm in making them hurry." He looks back at them. "Believe me, this could take hours."

"If we rush them they will get mad and might not let us watch so calm down," Ben argues.

With a loud, dramatic sigh like he might die, Jace flops back down on the uncomfortable chair. "Fine. But you so totally owe me for having to endure more of this than I have to."

"Dude keep it down! They might hear you."

Jace just looked at him with impatience. "You're buying me a shot. Either that or a very expensive bottle of wine."

"Just keep your mouth shut."

On the radio "Kiss Me" is playing. Jace sighs again.

Grace grins. "Oh, I love this song. It's perfect for a moonlit dance with the guy of your dreams."

Jace raises his eyebrows at Ben.

"What?"

He rolls his eyes towards the girls. "Now do you see? That is so feminine. I may die."

Ben just smiles. "They love it, though."

"Yes, I can see that. It's still so...girly."

Ben shrugs. "If we want them, we have to live with it."

Jace huffs, "I slay demons. I do not belong in a bikini shop on a froo-froo chair."

Grace finally has a superb six bathing suits in her arms and heads into the dressing room to try them on, quite determined.

Becca follows behind with a few choices of her own.

Grace begins to try on suits rapidly, throwing the rejects over the door.

Jace and Ben watch in awe as bathing suits of all different colors eventually get tossed on top of the door.

"It's like, a girl version of Man vs. Food," Ben comments.

Jace nods in agreement.

Finally, Grace is down to the two that she likes, but needs a different size in a top. "Jace!"

Jace shoots a panicked glance at Ben as if to say, what do I do?

"Respond!"

Jace coughs. "Uh, what?"

She holds a top over the door. "I need a different size in this," she requests, swinging the bikini top back and forth.

Jace gets up and awkwardly comes to the door. "In what size?" he asks.

"Well, the sizes are different here. They all go by bra sizes."

"Oh," was Jace's one-syllable response.

"Yeah, so this one I need in a 34 B."

Jace looks at Ben again for guidance.

Ben rolls his eyes. "Go get the bathing suit and bring it back to her."

Jace takes it from her. "Okay, will do." He walks towards the rack and begins flipping through the tops. "Holy crap this is odd. Why are there letters involved in the sizes?"

Jace comes back a few minutes later and looks pissed.

"What happened?" Ben asks.

Jace stomps past him practically throws the top over the door.

"Hey! Easy," Grace says from the other side of the door.

Jace sits back down and crosses his arms over his chest. "Some dude came up and thought I was looking for me. Do I look like I wear a bikini?"

Ben has a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I won't answer that for the sake of our friendship."

Jace gaps at him. "You just answered by saying that you won't answer! I AM NOT GAY!"

Hearing Jace's heightened voice, Grace asks, "Who said you were gay?"

"Some guy who thought I was shopping for myself."

"Well, did you struggle with the sizes?" she asks him.

Becca conceals a laugh.

"Why?"

She briefly pauses before answering, "Because any normal guy would know his girlfriend's top size at least relatively well. You were actually looking at the sizes on the tags and therefore appeared as if you were shopping for yourself."

Becca can't control herself and laughs out loud.

"But I'm a dude!" he counters.

"Jace," Grace says, "gay dudes sometimes wear bikinis."

Jace shakes his head. "Mundanes are sick, I tell you. And I do know my girlfriend's top size."

Now Grace is trying not to laugh. "Oh yeah?"

"Yes."

"Well then what is it?"

Jace shifts in his seat. "I prefer not to say."

"Really? And could that be because you actually don't know?" Grace asks, a hint of laughter in her tone.

"NO! I just...don't feel like saying."

"You totally don't know it," Ben sided with Grace.

"You are not helping my situation one bit." Jace glares at him.

Grace sighs. "Jace, I just told you like, five minutes ago."

Becca is in the dressing room dying from laughter.

"That was it? That's actually a size and not a code for a size?"

Grace snorts.

"Because codes have letters and I'm not a girl, despite what people might think, so I'm guessing that it's girl code," Jace explains his logic.

"No, Jace," she laughs. "It's not girl code."

"Oh. So...what do they mean then?"

"I think I'll keep you guessing, because you seem oh so curious."

"Poor Jace," Becca says with mock sympathy. "Grace, just tell him."

"Oh, c'mon. Does he really need to know?" she said.

"He's just going to bug you about it until you tell him."

Grace sighs. "Okay, so the letters and numbers stand for two different sets of measurements, that's all I'm telling you."

Suddenly, Becca yells, "Ben! I need this suit in a 34C and a medium bottom, please." She dangles the suit over the door.

"Good luck with the creepy dude," Jace tells him.

Finally Grace comes out of the dressing room wearing a striped, teal halter bikini top and string bikini bottoms in the same color as the top. She also found a dainty chain with two charms on it: a starfish and a key. They are all in sterling silver and the chain sparkles when it catches the light.

"Alright, judgment time. What do you think?" she asks.

Jace mutters under his breath, "He was right."

Ben returns with Becca's suit and hands it to her it over the door.

"I told you so," Ben says.

Jace runs a hand through his hair. "The dude said it would go great with blonde hair. It looks great."

Grace looks pleased. "Yeah? I thought it matched my eyes more so, but whatever."

Jace shakes his head. "No, it does; almost the exact same color."

Grace smiles half-heartedly at Jace's response. He seems less enthusiastic than she was expecting, and it made her think about not buying it. "Um, okay."

Becca steps out now with a I step out with a purple, strapless bikini top and purple string bottoms.

When she sees Grace, Becca says, "Nice suit. The color is perfect for you."

"Thanks," Grace responds, "but I think I might get a different one instead."

She nods. "Ben?"

"It's nice," he answers.

"Nice?"

"Yeah."

Becca frowns and decides to try on another she liked. It was a bikini again except this time in black.

Grace also turns around and pick up her second choice which is a burgundy red bathing suit. She takes it up to the front counter and purchases it without showing anyone.

"Is that the one you want?" Jace asks her, standing when he saw her leave the dressing rooms with merchandise in her hands.

"Yeah, I think that it'll be good with my complexion."

She turns around to look at Becca after handing the cashier a fifty. "It's great. I say get it."

Jace looks confused, wondering what he did wrong. "Um..."

Becca squints her eyes at Grace. "I need to talk to you." Grace leaves the clerk to bag her suit and walks off to the side to speak with her.

Becca opens her mouth to speak to Grace, then shuts it and opens it again to address someone else, "Ben if you listen you will sleep on the couch the whole vacation."

Ben sighs and rolls his eyes and Jace snorts.

"Grace, what's wrong?" Becca asks softly.

"Nothing. Why do you ask?"

"Because you were so enthusiastic about getting suits and now you're ready to leave."

"Because I've found the one I like."

Becca raises her eyebrow. "Really? Grace, I know you better than that."

"Really," she repeats. "Red's not normally my thing because it's too fiery, but it still looks good." She pauses, and then looks down at the ground. "Anyway, it makes me look less...unexciting."

"Ah. I see. Grace is that really the one you want or do you just think you need to look more exciting for Jace?"

"I don't know. He just...doesn't seem to be happy that I'm here. He acted different as soon as I put that suit on. In a way I've never seen him react like before."

"So? If it's the one you like get the one you like. You don't even know if he likes the red one."

"I don't want my boyfriend seeing me and thinking that I'm ugly in a bikini. He doesn't seem to be telling the truth, either. And red is exciting and vibrant. All guys like red."

Becca sighs exasperatedly. "Okay, Grace. But you should make yourself happy. And for your information, Jace loves you no matter what."

Grace scoffs. "No matter what means acting like he hated the suit I tried on? I don't think so. He was unreadable. And he acted like he couldn't speak for a second. Was it really that bad?"

"Grace!" she exclaims in a hushed tone. "You were reading it wrong. Haven't you ever heard of guys being speechless?"

She flips a hand. "It depends on what kind of speechless it was." She sighs. "I don't know he's just...never looked at me like that. I don't know what to make of it."

Becca grins mischievously. "They tend to go blank when they see something they really like, you know."

Grace scoffs. "What he really likes, huh? Well that explains why he's always all over me," she says sarcastically. She looks over at Jace sitting in the chair. "All I want is for him to look at me like I'm special to him."

"Don't you think that he does?" Becca asks.

"Sometimes, but he should feel that way all the time, shouldn't he? I mean, I do about him."

Jace notices the girls talking intently out of the corner of his and catches the expression on Grace's face. He becomes concerned.

Grace finally turns back to the counter to finish purchasing the bathing suit while Becca returns to Ben to finish picking out her final suit.

Jace comes over to Grace. "Hey," he says quietly, touching her arm. "Is there something wrong?"

She gives him a forced smile. "No, nothing's wrong."

: Jace raises an eyebrow disbelievingly. "You always say not to lie to you, so why are you lying to me?"

That did it. Grace sighs, broken down. "Okay. Here it is. Why did you act so strange when I tried on that suit? Was it really that horrible?"

Jace is taken aback. "Of course not, I would have told you if it was. Why do you think I would let you wear something that is ugly?"

"Well then why did you have that face," she asks.

"What face?"

"You went completely blank. You could have at least told me what you thought of it, truthfully and openly."

Jace thought for a moment then smiled, running a hand over his chin. "If I told you exactly what I thought of you in that bathing suit you would have blushed and got embarrassed."

She hides her face, ashamed. "Was it really that bad?"

Jace moves in closer. "No, it was really that good."

Then she blushed.

Jace smiles devilishly. "See? And I didn't even tell you what I was thinking, I just told you vaguely." He then held up the striped bathing suit that Grace had tried on and set it on the counter. "Excuse me, but I'd like to return that red bathing suit that my girlfriend just bought and exchange it for this one."

He has another thought. "Oh, and give her money back. I'm paying for it," he says, pulling out his wallet.

"Jace! No, don't do that. You've already spent a fortune on this vacation for all of us," Grace says.

Jace just smiles and ignores her, watching as the salesman makes the transaction.

Grace laughs a little and hugs him. "Thank you."

He holds up his hands. "No need. It's my duty as being your official boyfriend."

When the guy hands her the bag Grace yells over to Becca and Ben that she's going home to put the suit on and that she and Jace would meet then afterwards at the beach.

When Grace leaves, Jace quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls out the silver necklace that she had liked. "Here," he hands it to the cashier.

"You would like to purchase this as well?" he asks him.

"Yes," Jace says, and then lowers his voice. "I would also like to buy the diamond ring that comes with it on display."

"I see." The man smiles. "Of course, sir." He gets out the ring and shows it to Jace. "Is this the one? Or would you like to see the others that we have to offer?"

Jace has a deep-set line of concentration on his face. Finally he responds with a question, "Do girls care about how much a ring costs or the man who gives it to them?"

The guy lowers the ring, thinking. "I would say that it matters on the lady you intend to give this to and how much you know her heart."

Jace grins. "Excellent answer."