CHAPTER 39
“WELL,” GREG SAID AS he put the car in reverse, “at least we had a nice drive, right?”
“That’s true.”
“I should have remembered they’d be closed on Sundays. Now that you know it’s here though, you can drive yourself tomorrow during the day, or we could come back and choose your present together tomorrow night. Whichever you want.”
“Either way would be fine with me,” Katrina answered as Greg began the long descent back down the Safe Anchorage Farm’s winding driveway.
“I’m sure either way would be fine with you,” he said. “That’s not what I asked. I asked what you’d choose.”
“And I told you either would be fine.” She was glad her husband was still in a good mood or she could see this circular conversation irritating both of them rapidly.
“Why do you do that, Mouse?”
“Do wh
