"Not a chance," she said, and set the guitar aside carefully before lying down and shimmying over so she was stretched out alongside Jamie.

The ceiling had been bumped up a few times, and now it was wood and beamed and vaulted, and the giant windows that made up her walls kept it reflected the color of the sand and the sky all day. The ceiling fan turned lazily around.

It had taken a while for it to feel like hers, but she loved the place.

"Are you gonna do the trying thing, or are you just going to... see if it happens?"