Her hands were in her apron pockets and her eyes were on the peaches.

“I’m taking care of the paperwork,” I said.

“Because I need to know before I get on that plane.”

“You’ll know before you board the plane.”

He gave one short laugh.

“You always do that.

You go all military, and I can’t tell whether you’re agreeing.”

“I’m agreeing we need to settle this.”