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Lost boy
‘O.M.G. You’re going on a date with Paul Davis? You can’t seriously think he’s the Masked Surfer?’ Joan sniggered. ‘Where’s he taking you? For a picnic on the rocks off Sharker’s Point, or out to the back of a whale?’
‘Don’t take the Mickey.’
‘It was a genuine question. I mean, I’d love to have dinner on the back of a whale. Just don’t sit over the blowhole.’
‘Shut up.’
Joan leaned against the counter. ‘Come on, Graceful. No way it’s Paul Davis. He’s like … a nerd.’
‘Jason used to be a nerd,’ Grace said, just as the shop’s bell went. ‘And look at him now. He’s buffed as anything.’
‘Thanks,’ came a voice from behind them. Joan started laughing as Jason, carrying a bag from Haddock Enough Yet?, began to flex his free arm. ‘Been working on my tri curls this morning. Can yo
