He had just enjoyed a fortnight, all-inclusive holiday, paid for by Ken-boy. Yep, two full weeks drinking and laying in the sun on someone else's dime... as they say.He looked at his own house before looking over to the sold sign on the neighbour's house. The front door of his own house opened and Ken, wearing an apron, looked delighted to see them.Bob made his way over to the door."Good holiday, Bob? Did you fuck Misha lots?"Bob grunted as he passed him and continued through the front door. "Not. "I know everyone has lives to lead. Plus, I haven't been very nice to people lately." You've been nice to us," Zoe said with a shrug. "I figure the rest of them were on your last nerve. That's why I try not to overstay my welcome." So, did you hear the rest of what Sam and I talked about?" Brock asked with a sigh."Some," Emmy admitted. "We'd prefer to hear it from you. Third-hand information tends to get distorted." So Meredith called you," Brock said. "I would have preferred that Sam kept some. "Thank you, it means a lot to me" Yeah well, so does the fact that I've got rather a lot of your money in that safe" he smiled, "An ex con isn't the first person who springs to mind when you're looking for someone to look after your money"We all lost a few pounds on the next two races, got a bit back in the fourth, ignored the fifth because we were eating and then in the sixth and final race, Sammy announced that she was going to put everything she had on Micky's girl,"It's an omen" she. “I’m going to make some coffee.” She explained. Conner watched her leave, she obviously needed her space and he was going to give it to her. He waited for a few minutes and slowly tried to remove the kink from his neck, noticing that his skin felt extra-soft where Tessa had cuddled up to him. It was difficult to pry himself from the sofa, he was sore, and he was definitely not a morning person. But he made his way downstairs anyways, where Tessa poured him a cup of coffee and disappeared again..