Chapter Nineteen
NicoI’m not exactly sure how, but somehow, we manage to make our way back to the trailer with all our clothes and the picnic. It’s hours before we actually make it back to the bedroom though. Because first, I take her on the couch, then on the kitchen counter, and on the tile wall in the shower, with her foot braced against the built in bench. The old-fashioned clock glows half-past-two when we collapse onto the bed, wrapped in our towels.
“Work crew arrives at six tomorrow,” she murmurs, snuggling into the crook of my arm.
“No chance we could blow them off?” It’s more of the same, and they’re experienced. They can get started without Alison. “We’re probably two days away from thinning the rest of the vines.”
“Nope.” She drapes an arm across my midsection.
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