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“I could get used to this, though.” Abigail put her glass of white wine down on the little table next to her sun lounger. The sun might have been going down, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t warm. All she had on was a vest and pair of shorts, and she was still too hot, but the wine helped. “This is a lush wine, Sara. I bet it’s selling well, huh?”
Her sister got up from her sun lounger and went to pour her some more. Abigail whisked her glass away, saving the quarter of a glass for later. “I’ve had enough for tonight, thanks. Sit back and relax for a bit, would you? You’re making me nervous hovering like that.”
The other side of her, Charlie was lying on his lounger, a beer on the table next to him. “She can’t relax. For the last year or so she’s been wound up so tight, like a coiled sp
