Lost Creek Hollow you listen to me you muscle-bound handsome adonis.

"You know that will never happen," Rannoch replied with a new-found grit in his voice. "And, besides, it keeps me in shape. If you weren't putting me to work, then I'd look more like a bison than I do a wolf," he quipped. "And I know you wouldn't want that. So, we'll keep to our regularly scheduled activities," Rannoch's grinned, knowing that Liffey would agree. 

What Liffey said next was unexpected, but not unwelcomed. "Yeah?"  he replied, rolling onto his stomach. "I'm not opposed to the help—especially since it's from you." Rannoch didn't hesitate to voice his thoughts. Liffey had led at his side before, and he knew he was capable. But, to him, the offer seemed to have come out of left field—he had been unaware of the feelings that she had festered for quite some time. "I don't think the others would be opposed, either," he added after some thought.