Mac repeated.
“It’s when you assess a situation and choose the most—”
“I know what the word means. But you’re the one who’s going to need a doctor when you fall through that roof and break both your legs.”
Ethan didn’t look the least bit disturbed by the possibility. “The boards are only rotten in a few places.” He thumped one of the shingles with the heel of his shoe. “Hollis thought the boathouse would be a good place to set up the food for the reception.”
“It still doesn’t explain why you’re up there.”
Mac had set her alarm an hour early so she could take pictures of the venue and have them on Grant’s desk before he poured his first cup of coffee. And maybe to avoid Ethan.
Okay. Avoiding Ethan had been her main motivation.
Mac wasn’t sure what to expect when she’d cut through the trees between the two properties. Maybe a scene straight from Father of the Bride with a swarm of makeover bees already hard at work. Mowing the grass. Pulling weeds.
