“Oh, now this could be a problem,” she exclaimed, frowning up into the cab. Instead of the wide bench she’d anticipated, it was equipped with two weathered bucket seats. “How are we all going to fit?”
“We aren’t.” Conor took her hand, and led her back to the spacious trailer section. Liam was urging Boulder up the shallow ramp, and providing plenty of shoulder when the tortoise balked. “Can you entice him the rest of the way?”
“What’s he been eating?” Kiera bent to peer at the stalk hanging from his mouth, then glanced around the yard and winced. “I’m sorry about your flowers, Con.”
“At least he’s not letting them go to waste. And they’ll grow back. Eventually.” Conor managed a wry half-smile. “Looks like a hibiscus branch. I’ll go get another.”
Between them, and the bribe of several d
