“Oh, quit your whingin’. I drove back from town already, didn’t I?”
“I guess. You weren’t exactly in any shape to feel pain, though.”
“Only had a coupla pints. Why’d ya bring that?” Ronan waved his hand toward the camera in Felix’s lap.
Felix shrugged. “Just thought there might be something worth photographing.”
As they bumped along the winding country lane, Ronan didn’t seem to be having much of a problem steering with the tips of his fingers, but he yelped whenever he needed to shift.
“Are we cruising in like, second gear?” Felix asked.
Ronan smiled sheepishly. “Aye. Kinda hurts to push down with me palms.”
“I think I can do it.” Felix put his hand on the shifter and received direction from Ronan as to how to find each gear.
“When I call out a gear, shift to it. Got it?”
Felix was poised for action and only nodded.
“Takin’ this a mite serious.” Ronan wiggled his eyebrows in Felix’s direction, causing him to smile. “Okay, shift.”