The way Natasha looks in the gown she was in was not lost on Evie. Again, she wasn't blind. She'd always been a shapely woman, but the tight lacing only brought it out. For the first time, she really understood why Jacob was so fond of Victorian fashions for women.

She sets her down, and her hands linger a bit longer than she should.

"You're a natural," because it's the dream and it had certainly seemed that way. With a soft smile, Evie ties up the horses to a nearby branch, and rescues the picnic basket from the back of her horse.

"Let's get settled, shall we? We have blankets and pillows and loads to eat." Pomegranates, apples, and she could swear she smelled fresh baked bread.