Tell her about it; the past three weeks, in particular, seemed like they'd passed in little more than a blur.

"Probably because we haven't had a reason to in a while." Or maybe too many of them. She peeked one eye open, which made her look like he had caught her mid-wink. "I wanted to work on my tan some more."

It was even more amusing because it was, in some regards, true. Under the summer sunlight, her Italian-born skin had taken on a healthy bronze tone. Coupled with her jet-black hair and red top, she looked a visual polar opposite to Jack.

"What about you? Thinking of putting some color in those cheeks of yours?" One of which she reached out with a finger to gently poke.