A Sky Painted Gold

by Laura Wood

“It was like…like we wanted to be as absolutely close to each other as possible. Like no matter what we did we couldn’t get close enough until…well, it’s hard to explain, but you’ll see, soon enough,” she finishes with a smile. “Unless you plan on being an old maid, of course.”

“You see, the orchard is perfect for a bit of privacy,” Caitlin explains. “All sorts of secluded corners for wicked behavior.” Her eyes twinkle. “Perhaps you and Charlie should go for a little walk.”

Perhaps I could start a line of party dresses that also double up as pajamas. It certainly makes falling into bed (or window seat) at the end of the evening very straightforward.