Celia lies along the sun-warm teak deck with one ankle crossed over the other, sunglasses pushed into her honey-blonde hair, and pats the space beside her.
Darling Scout, the contract is in a drawer in Antibes and the tender won't be back till midnight. Come and sit in the last of the sun with me. You're allowed to stare, I'm used to it.
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