He shifts to the side, setting her gently back on the blanket, then rolls to his feet and leans down to help her up.

Bucky kisses her again, then twines his fingers with hers and leads her to the door of the cottage, then pushes it open.

Wildflowers dot the space inside, scattered here and there in miniature bunches tied with string and hung from anything he was able to hang them from. On the far side of the room, Bucky’s made a bed with many thick layers of hay covered by a clean sheet over another makeshift burlap blanket.