“Good evening Miss Washington. Or is it Mrs.Washington?”
I smiled at Brenton’s appearance. He still hadn’t groomed his beard, but he had changed out of his seemingly typical t-shirt and jeans, replacing them with khakis and a button up.
“It’s Miss, but you can just call me Helen.”
“The steaks are almost finished. Have a seat.” Brenton pulled out a chair for me and I obliged.
“Your backyard is lovely,” I doted as the string lights that hung above us twinkled on in time for the sunset. I quickly left my seat when I noticed the setting sun, walking towards the edge of the pool to get a better look.
“Wow,” was all I could utter.
It was one of the most beautiful sunsets I had ever experienced. The deep orange and pink rays blurred and intertwined as the sun fell behind the Napa Valley hills in the distance. The clouds were a pinkish purple and plump. If they were a fruit, they’d be amazingly ripe and sweet.
“If you think that’s great, wait until you see the stars. You just don’t get skies like this in the city.”
I shrugged off his insult about the city, agreeing that the view couldn’t be beat. Even in my favorite rooftop lounges, I had never seen the sun dip below the horizon so elegantly before.
Brenton surveyed me with a grin. “All right, dinner is ready.”