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She thought about the last time they'd traveled together, Lauren and David.   He'd spent too long examining various yachts, drooling over their polished decks, while she burned under the heat of the sun.  They'd originally gone to Marbella, because it afforded him some name recognition, something to tell the boys.  Lauren had finally complained she was hot, one too many times, because that's what had supposedly caused the explosion.   Really, she was sorry he was an asshole.