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that, finding a picnic spot in Montana in the middle of winter with the ground under four foot of snow is a little more challenging than finding a picnic spot in Australia. I brought a picnic blanket though. Waterproof.”
    “ You’re really not from around here, are you?”
    “ No. Are you trying to tell me that you’ve never picnicked in the snow?”
    “ Sawyer, I have never picnicked in the snow.”
    “ Would you like to?”
    Ella studied the cloudless blue sky. It was a very fine winter’s day.
    And Sawyer had such very tempting dimples. And when he reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a big bag full of Sage’s chocolates, Ella was sold.
    “ You’ve discovered one of Marietta’s best kept secrets,” she said as Sawyer tugged on the ribbon around the cellophane. “Sage Carrigan is a world-class chocolatier. Which ones did you get?”
    “ The salted toffee with dark chocolate swirled into it.” The cellophane opened to reveal a generous supply of it.
    “ I’m liking this picnic a lot already,” she told him, as she plucked a chocolate from his hand and popped it in her mouth.
    Which finished the conversation for quite some time given that the toffee was chewy, the chocolate dribbly, and the salt crystals just made the mix perfect.
    Sawyer didn ’t seem to mind. He just took her hand in his and stomped his way through squeaky, part-packed snow – leaving yeti tracks behind him – until he found a spot that spoke to him.
    Hard to know what it said.
    He withdrew a blanket from the pack on his back and spread it out. He took off his gloves, held his hand out and helped her be seated and then sat opposite, set the chocolates in front of her and started pulling more food from his pack. A loaf of crusty bread. Crumbly cheese from the deli. Two locally made beers. Spicy avocado dip and crackers, two containers of rare-roast-beef pasta salad from Ginny’s Café. Two containers of apple crumble, also from Ginny’s Café – and there was another Marietta culinary experience to savor.
    Ella loosened her scarf but decided against taking her woolly hat off, no matter that she ’d spent an inordinate amount of time straightening her hair this morning in anticipation of having to do just that and not wanting to look a complete mess when it happened. If Sawyer wanted to picnic outside he would just have to deal with her staying bundled up.
    “ I’m glad I’m hungry. Are you hungry?” she asked, kneeling up and then sitting back down again, this time with her padded coat between the snow, the thin blanket and her butt.
    “ Yes. Do I get to eat the apple pie first?”
    “ I ate the chocolate first.” She reached for another one of Sage’s confections. “And second. Is Sawyer your first name or your last one?”
    “ Last.”
    He sounded as if he was going to leave it at that, but she gestured for him to keep going and then nudged his leg with her fo ot when he missed that cue.
    He nudged her back but he did offer up more. “My first name’s Cameron. Got a few people who call me that. My mother. A couple of aunts. A few more people call me Cam. Here in Marietta, it’s just Sawyer.”
    “ What does your father call you?”
    Sawyer tensed, then deliberately reached for a take out container full of pie and the plastic spoon that went with it. “Nothing. We haven’t spoken for a while. Family rift.”
    “ Is it mendable?”
    “ No.”
    “ Do you talk to your mother?”
    “ On rare occasion.”
    “ Brothers and sisters?”
    “ I have one brother. We don’t get along. Told you I had experience when it came to alienating family.” He eyed her steadily, and those eyes were even more amazingly green in the daylight than they had been at the bar. “What about you, Ella of the twenty questions? What’s your background?”
    “ I was born here. Raised here, and sometimes raised in Texas because we have a couple of ranches there as well. I like horses, I breed arguably the best stud Angus cows