If not, they’d just have to turn around and try again.
In the passenger seat, Rosemary was looking a little queasy as she hung on to the door handle and watched the snowy woods pass by.
“You’ve never been off-roading before?” he asked.
She managed a wan smile. “No. I never really saw the point in tearing up the wilderness in a truck.” They jounced over a particularly deep rut, and she winced. “Right now I’m not really seeing where this is supposed to be fun.”
Despite the urgency of their mission, he couldn’t help grinning at her comment. “You don’t think it’s beautiful out here?”
Rosemary looked out the window at the snow-frosted trees and gave the slightest lift of her shoulders. “Oh, it’s beautiful. But I’m fine with someone sending me a postcard.”
He shook his head. “I guess I can
