"Maybe we should set up a time where you can instruct me one just how much I should not cover. And umbrella is a good idea, though. I'll invest in some high-octane sunscreen."
Caleb reached out, his hand wrapping around Mickey's bicep and he gave it a squeeze. The hand slid down and he tickled his fingers against the djinni's. "Let's go eat, then," he said unzipping the coveralls all the way and stepping out of them. The gray puddle on the floor was picked up and laid on the hood of the Oldsmobile.