Adrienne awoke to sunlight streaming directly into her eyes. She blinked rapidly against the glare, groaning when a heavy weight on her chest kept her from turning over. Lucas was sprawled over her, head on her chest, strands of his hair tickling her neck, and poppies sprouting from his head. She turned her head and saw that they lay in an abundance of the flowers.

The chair they had been on last night had turned over, and there were poppies *everywhere*, almost encroaching into Lucas's ...