On their way back to the ranch, Anna had Angus take a different turnoff, and they ended up at a broad, flat meadow lodged in the crook of a handful of low tree-covered hills. Through the middle of the meadow, a narrow stream drifted lazily over water-worn granite rocks.
Flashing Angus a smile, Anna grabbed the picnic cooler and swung open her door, and he followed her into the meadow. Near the edge of the water, she stopped and opened the basket, removing a thin plaid throw. She spread it on the ground and sat down, patting the space beside her. Hows this?
Angus stood over her, hands on his hips. Its fine, except ye have the plaid of me clans sworn enemy, the Campbells. He raised an angry eyebrow, and Annas heart skipped a beat.
Holy shit! I had no idea, Im so sorry! She jumped up and snatched up the blanket.
Angus doubled over with laughter. Och, Anna, he gasped when he caught his breath. Yer a pip, you are!