The couple froze, waiting.
"I know you heard that. That blasted ram is somewhere up there, and I need to go get him." The voice from below returned with a vengeance.
"Good luck, moron. I'm going to stay here and do my job instead of traipsing off."
"Then I won't share any of the meat with you."
"Ha! If you can even manage to kill the thing and field dress it–which I doubt–you'd still have to carry it back, which I doubt even more. Ain't no way."
"Don't be jealous when you have to eat bats again and I get mutton." The echo seemed to change direction, and Anaisa perked up as a man came walking around one far corner of the gorge. She would have leapt with triumph had Trace not pressed her down with the arm that was over her back.
She looked at him, his face a breath away from hers, and was suddenly distracted by the rugged outline of his jaw, covered in a very attractive layer of stubble. She wondered how it would feel against her hand, or her face.
