When I returned, Alexander had turned on the television and was flipping through the news channels without much interest.
I noticed that the fire in the fireplace was very low.
“…Uff, we’re out of firewood. I’ll go get more, I’ll be right back,” I announced, and took the flashlight from the counter.
“I’ll come with you.”
Naturally, he offered like a good gentleman, and I didn’t refuse. Although I insisted that he put on a coat, Alexander dismissed my suggestion with a low growl from the center of his chest. It always seemed to me that he was underdressed when he went outside into the freezing mountain weather. A plaid flannel shirt and faded jeans could hardly be considered heavy clothing, but that was how he was. I always forgot that he could withstand it very well. And without a doub
