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“Do they allow conjugal visits?” I teased.
She laughed. “It’s not prison, just poetry camp.”
I groaned and let my head fall back onto the cushions. “It’s going to feel like a prison while you’re away, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” she teased, and I sat upright.
“My cousin told me the same thing a few weeks back.”
Her brows rose as she caged me in with her arms. “Oh, yeah? What about?”
I smiled and tilted my head, taking in her beauty. The mischievous glint in her eyes, the perky smile, the kindness… tenderness…
“You,” I said, smiling.
She chuckled, resting her forehead against mine, and I knew I’d treasure each and every moment like this until she left.
“What is the date you have to leave?” I asked.
Emily straightened on my lap and slid her phone out of her back pocket. She toppled next to me and dangled her legs over my lap.
“I’ll pull up the email.” She scanned her phone and waited a few seconds before handing it to me.
“You’re leaving in three weeks?” My eyes widened. “Wow. I… didn’t expect that.”
“I know. I’m worried about telling my sisters, but I know they’ll want me to go for it.”
“I could always fill in for you at the store,” I playfully offered, and she chuckled.
“You wish.”
I scanned the email invitation and let out a deep sigh. “Three months is a long time. I hope you know I plan on visiting you.”
“I hope so,” she said softly.
“I’ll come to each of your readings, if you want. You know, for moral support.”
Her gaze brightened. “You would?”
“Totally. I mean, I’d rent a house down the road from you too, but I think that might defeat the purpose.”
She laughed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Probably. I’m not exactly great at getting out of my comfort zone. I hope I can handle this.”
“I have zero worries on that front. You’ll probably be running the residency by the time you leave.”
“Funny thing,” she said softly. “I guess the current resident gets a say on whoever applies for the following program.”
“You’ll do a great job,” I assured her.
“I just don’t want to crush someone’s dreams.” She glanced toward the window.
Raindrops started coming down, bouncing off the patio and streaming down the glass.
Our fingers tangled with each other’s as we watched the beautiful northwest scene unfold in front of us.
“I’ve heard their storms are beautiful,” she said softly, looking over at me. “My grandma always spoke about them.”
“I can’t wait to experience them with you when I visit.”
