"Oh, thank God," Henley breathes, all but lighting up, pleased. She drops her things, too, as if they were a weight she was carrying in her anticipation of the news, and drifts towards the stairs to meet Merritt. "I was worried she wouldn't be able to take the time off, on such short notice."

A beat.

"When do we need to go get her?" She can do it, so Jack hasn't completely worn himself out by the time they actually get to Cancun.