She yawned hugely, stretched, and slid back under the shelter next to Gabrielle.  The younger woman was deeply asleep, pale hair tangled across her shoulders except for one strand that lay across her face between lip and nose. Xena smiled faintly and moved it back behind her ear before settling into place.

Marco likes to tease Rachel, calling her Xena: Warrior Princess. And when I’m with her I guess I’m Gabrielle.

“That does it,” Jake said. “Marco? Change the channel. Put on Baywatch.”

I reached over and tried to snatch the remote away from Marco, but he was too quick. He flipped through the channels and then said, “Ah, there we go.”

I looked up, expecting to see red bathing suits. Instead, I saw swords and leather boots. Xena: Warrior Princess. My kind of girl.

Marco winked at me.

“Well, okay,” I said. “This we can watch.”