Chapter Twenty-One
“That’s the last of it.” Doris shoved a heavy box into the back of the jeep then shielded her eyes against the glaring sun. Four o’clock, and the temperature was still in the eighties. The day had been a scorcher. “Did you bring every book you own?”
“No, but close. What about you? Your toolbox weighs a ton.” Hands on his hips, Ron stood next to the driver’s side of the vehicle.
“And I need everything in it.” She smirked. “Do those books mean you haven’t learned everything yet?”
“You are full of yourself this morning, aren’t you?” He looked pleased with his repartee. “I’ll drive for a change. You must get tired of driving.”
She nodded. “I’d much rather work on vehicles than drive them, but that task comes with the territory. I can’t make any promises about heckling y
