Capturing Bree's hand, Rafe tugged her along as he walked back to the truck, then handed her the wine sack.

"You'll need to hold this so I can get the rest of our stuff."

She watched him, a look of amusement on her face, while he fetched the food basket and a folded quilt from the back seat of the cab.

"This way," he told her, and led her past the building, past the picnic tables both under cover and in the open, to the large grassy area that overlooked the ...