"Eat, Alexis," she says quietly, and I comply. I polish off some olives and tomatoes, and enjoy my glass of wine. It's a cool Spring this year, but the day is warmer than others so I don't suffer too much. I eye Robyn, and wish yet again that my metabolism was a bit more active. I ruefully pluck at my jersey.

"What's bugging you?" Robs asks, sipping her chardonnay.

"Nothing important. Just wishing I could show as much skin as you can without freezing."

Robs rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "Take it from me, Lexi. The way that jersey clings to you leaves nothing to my imagination."

"Really?" I ask, intrigued....