She sighed. “I hate using dictation. It takes so long to train it to my voice. And then it’s so slow to edit.”
“Seems to me it would be worth the time considering the state of your hands. You need to start doing some form of exercise as well.”
“What my brother meant to say is that exercise would help you from getting too sore sitting at a desk all day.”
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Doc glowered at his brother.
“Ahh, I suppose I should,” she said quickly. “It’s just not that easy out here. I could go for a walk but I’m kind of scared of wildlife.”
“You live in a cabin in the woods and you’re scared of walking outside?” Doc gave her a funny look.
She knew it sounded ridiculous.
“There’s yoga and Pilates,” Archer offered. “You can do free classes online I expect.”
That actually wasn’t a bad idea. The microwave beeped and Isaac pulled out a heat pack.
“Hands up,” he ordered.
She raised them up and he placed the heat pack on the table. “Put your hands on there. Not too hot?” he asked when she’d done as ordered.
“No, it’s good. Thank you.”
He doubled it over, so it also lay on top of her poor hands. Ahh, that was bliss.
“Keep them there for at least ten minutes,” he ordered. “Do you need a painkiller?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
He gave a short nod and returned to the pot.
“Archer, did you get hold of the rental company?” she asked.
“Yes, once Mal gets up here to tow it down, they’ll take it from there. They’ll also deliver another rental when I need it.”
“That’s good,” she said, even as she felt a stab of sadness at the idea of them leaving.
Archer held up a bottle of vermouth. “I might not be much of a cook, but I mix a mean martini. Think I’ll make up a batch later.”
Doc shook his head. “How are we brothers? What is wrong with beer?”
“Nothing. If it’s a good craft beer.”
“Brother,” Doc started.
She knew if she let them get started, they’d never stop.
“I didn’t even realize I had any alcohol.”
“Yeah. Found some out in a box in the woodshed.”
“That’s weird. You did?” A tendril of worry unfurled in her gut. “Why would there be alcohol out there?”
“I don’t know, love,” Archer said. “You didn’t know it was there?”
“No. Dave didn’t drink much once we moved out here. He, uhh, he lost his job after he was arrested for driving under the influence.”
“He did?” Isaac asked.