"God, I wish I were," I bemoan with a sigh, leaning a hand out to grab Joe's and yank him up off the bed, sliding it around his waist for the three point five seconds we have before we're back out in public and we can no longer do things like that.

I let his hand fall from mine as I open the door to the hall and coax him out the back way. "Maybe the orchards are fine. We can just hide out and talk or something," I suggest.