"Can't. It's too personal."
"Uh huh. Tease," I retorted.
"Unrepentant," she smiled. "I'm not sorry at all. You deserve to be uncomfortable too."
I raised an eyebrow, then stoked up the fire. "Time for Joey to be the chef. Shall I do the garlic bread as well?"
"Please. Can you top me up while you're at it? This is really the best port in the world."
"The Portuguese might disagree with you, but you've got my vote."
She rolled back onto her side and pillowed her head on her arm. "I know I probably sound like a broken record, but I'm glad you're here. I've missed you."
I smiled down at her. "Ditto."
.:.
Anna had shifted her deckchair alongside mine, and we sat side by side as we ate. When we'd finished, I collected our rubbish and binned it, then pushed the Weber into the corner so th
