“Absolutely.”
“Probably snakes in the flowers anyway.”
“True.”
After awhile Sam asked, “Maybe on our next outdoor adventure we can find a bed of wildflowers?”
“Although, I can’t wait to make love to you in a real bed.”
She sighed dreamily.
The horse meandered down the trail, content as his riders.
“I was lost, Lacy, long before we entered the woods. It was you who found me.”
“You sure talk romantic for a stockbroker.”
“I liked it better when you thought I was a wild man.”
He grinned. “Hang on, cupcake.”