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Rowen, this is our time now.”
    She nodded. A smile graced her face and filled him with pure joy. Hell, he was drunk from it, ready to laugh aloud. He loved to please her. He led her over to the trunk of the tree.
    She spread her plaid on the ground. She settled in the middle, and then yanked him down beside her. Without wasting a moment, she put his arm around her shoulders and leaned against him. She snuggled closer. He laid back, resting on the autumn ground surrounded by dying undergrowth. If this was the heaven Father Murray preached, he couldn’t wait to go.
    Rowen absentmindedly ran her hands along the side of his waist. Between that and her soft weight, his eyes drifted closed. It was better to soak her in. He felt the coolness of the loch’s water, the smell of dying plants along with Rowen’s scent. No other woman smelled like her.
    Lachlan didn’t know how long he laid there, and he opened his eyes when he felt Rowen move. She sat up. Her pale locks hung straight. A leaf dangled at the end of her hair. He drew it out.
    “You spoke of food. Yet, there is nothing here.”
    He pushed up on his elbows. “What do you desire? Fish, a hare, or a boar?”
    “Fish shall do nicely.”
    He gathered his supplies. He strung the hook on the string and tossed it into the loch. He stood by the rocks, waiting for one to venture closer.
    Rowen sat down. She lifted up her skirts. Naturally, he stared. She untied her left stocking and rolled it down. He saw a leg. A nice, shapely one that stretched up. The skirt draped around her thigh of ivory flesh. If he tilted his head, he could see more of her. He closed his eyes and opened them in time to watch her point her toes and draw off the woolen garment. She tossed the thing aside. Then she did the other one. His mouth dried. That was when he realized he was gaping.
    Worse, Rowen knew it, too.
    “You tease.”
    “Nay, I entice, but this is for practical reasons.” She pulled on the ribbon tie, undoing the knot. She rolled it down, humming a little tune. She brought it over her heel. With her feet pointed, she drew off the thing.
    He stared, seeing the creamy inside of her thighs. Her skirts shadowed the apex of her legs. He almost fell to his knees and crawled his way to her, not halting until his face was buried in her womanhood.
    Then the temptress stood, hiding her lengthy, slender legs. She tied the leine ’s hem in a knot between her legs. He smiled.
    She cringed as she stepped into the water. “Cold.”
    “I’m surprised. After that lovely display, this water should be boiling.” Lachlan felt a slap across his ankle. “See, woman? I have missed catching our meal.”
    “But to tease you, I will starve a little while longer.”
    “If you continue speaking, it will be longer.”
    She pressed her lips together.
    Lachlan got to fishing. A fat trout swam by his legs and clamped on the hook. He lifted his catch in the air. Rowen kissed him.
    “Do I get a kiss for each fish I catch?”
    “Aye.”
    “Then I shall fish the loch bare.”
    “No need. I may give you more kisses. I shall gather wood.” She made a racket as she left the water. She disappeared in to the woods.
    He stomped out of the water. He spotted flashes of her clothing as she moved about. He had gutted the fish when she returned. She dropped branches and leaves on the ground. He built a fire and soon had the fish cooking.
    “Oh, that smell has my stomach roaring.”
    “You and Caelen smell food and are ready to eat every piece in sight.”
    “Since Brenna is with child again, Caelen has lost his appetite. He says he is affected just as much as Brenna. He cannot stand haddock.”
    “Would it be horrible of me if I had Ailsa make some for the evening meal?”
    “Aye, that would be. My poor brother, he turns green and Brenna has to comfort him.”
    “Comfort him, how?”
    “I should not tell you, but I will. She puts a wet cloth on his forehead and fans him. She even whispers sweet words to him.