Gina waved as they edged by the B&B. It had taken Devin another half hour to drive the two miles from town and news traveled much faster in Eagle Cove than that.
Tiffany had considered having him shift up to third gear, but if second was all he was comfortable with, she wouldn’t push him.
He set the blade at the base of the road up to the lighthouse. It barely knocked down the small bushes and it certainly never touched the soil. After fifty feet, she nudged the blade-depth lever with one finger until it bit in.
“You sure?” Devin asked tightly.
Tiffany glanced down at the blade now scraping across the grass. It clanged loudly on a rock. “I was going to suggest we go even deeper, but I’m not sure.” By halfway up she was sure but wasn’t willing to change anything as they reached the firs
