I shoved my long red hair under the ball cap, then turned to Alec. “You can wait near the barn. If anyone comes by, you could always duck inside.”
“Oh, I see, you’re hoping I die while you’re away,” he teased.
“You’ll be fine,” I said. “I doubt that cabin of yours is a whole lot more stable.”
“Don’t tell Greta that. She helped build that place,” he said.
Somehow, that didn’t surprise me.
“How long do you think you need?” he asked. “So I know when to come looking for you.”
“Don’t come looking for me. I’ll be fine. Give me two hours. Three tops,” I said.
“Good luck,” he said.