The setting sun sprayed the Chateau in its dying embers, casting long shadows across the rickety porch as JJ sprawled with the nonchalance of a sun-baked lizard on the worn couch cushions.

Salty hair, still damp from the afternoon's exploits, hung in his eyes like sun-bleached curtains. He squinted against the glare, but his grin, a crooked constellation of playfulness and mischief, remained undimmed.

“You know what would really make this sunset epic?,”