"I'm telling you, Gen, there's just something about the ocean here that is better than anywhere else I've been. I've never seen an ocean so blue. It's paradise."
"I'm sure that doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Nic is at your beck and call, right?"
Lenore barely suppresses a snort causing me to break into a quiet whispering snicker.
"Yeah, that probably has something to do with it. The food here is amazing, too. I almost never want to go back to Boston."
"Oh? What will you do without questionable Boston street food? And Stadium food? I'm pretty sure that Bostonians require that in order to survive."
I can hear a long sigh through the phone, knowing that it's time to move the conversation from easy laughter into the more tedious territory. "Ok, so, gimme the updates, Sherlock. Hit me with it, I can tell you're dancing around it."
