Sable

The four of us doze for a little while, not really sleeping but too lazy to get up.

As I lie tangled up with my men on the bed, gazing languidly around the room, I realize we left the curtains open. Luckily, Archer’s cabin sits at the end of a cul-de-sac with a bit more privacy than most, so I don’t think we gave the rest of the neighborhood a show.

But I love the way the sunlight reflects through the glass and casts diamonds of glittering light on the ceiling and walls. The large oak tree in Archer’s side yard breaks up the display with its thick branches,...