The sight of Booker laying out naked in the pool almost got a laugh out of Andy, coming around the side of the water with the warm terracotta tiles under her bare feet; she hardly bothered with a swimsuit even though Joe had bought her one once. She crouched by the edge of the pool and flicked her hand through the water, splashing droplets over Booker's face before she slid in and under.

She had no faith Booker would let her surprise him, but playfighting was something they all did, and water made it no different.