We sat in the sun and washed down our light lunch with the passable Sémillon.
"I could get used to the catering."
"Bankroll me, pay for my upkeep, and I'll gladly be your chef de Maison," I answered.
"Mm. Will you be my pool boy too?"
I laughed.
"You've been working out, haven't you?" she asked, shooting me a glance. "You're looking good, Joey. Lean."
"Thanks, sis," I answered. "Pity about my lack of tan though. I'm almost as pale as you are."
"Sun's strong enough here for us to do something about that," she observed.
"I'll wind up with a farmer's tan."
"It's pretty private here." Anna gathered her hair up into a tail, and dropped her sunglasses down over her nose again. "Nobody will see."
"You will."
"Family doesn't count. I plan to get some tanning in, regardless of whether yo
