"Logan might be angry with me, though. We'd have tae go on the lam and hope he'd never catch us." It was an amusing prospect that made him chuckle. "Aye, I dinnae mind dirt, it's a pity I was busy when Hank called that impromptu game of mud football."
He leaned into the kiss, touching her hair as she slid away. "I grabbed some sandwiches and fruit from the kitchen," he explained, picking up the basket again when she returned. "And water and soda, there was'nae much else tae choose from once the teenagers blew through. Shall we?" he asked, offering her his arm.