Every time she teeters on the edge of relaxation, she compulsively reminds herself to stay alert (and don't show it). A quick and silent process, it doesn't register to her that she's doing it, and that's like relaxing.

Jess surprises herself when she's finished her meal and craving strikes her for seconds. Frank looks ready to take a nap. He can close his eyes for a few minutes while she chews half a second stick clean. Obviously, she hasn't had hearty food in a good while. No need to chitchat about it. Once she's full, she drains her whiskey glass and heads for him.

"Don't get up," she tells him, plucking the paper plate from his lap. If he falls asleep in the five minutes it takes her to toss the garbage and stow the leftovers, she'll be more impressed than annoyed. Doubtless that while they're here, they'll both get to know the lake, with and without each other. But always with Rocky, if he has a say.