Which Doc lets her do without hesitation.

The horses can wait a minute longer before getting their chance to play in the open, their chance in the cold mid-morning air.

"We should."

But he's in no hurry, and makes no effort at all to move, once they do break that kiss. Doc just leans his forehead against hers, gently, the long strands of his hair falling forward.

"M'thinkin' hirin' you was the smartest thing I ever done."