Chapter 9
Flameagle Days were in full swing and Tiffany was glad they had come, as long as Devin kept holding her hand when the crowds pressed too close. She and Devin had somehow managed to avoid being recruited for the weekend, perhaps because he’d done so much work leading up to the event.
They had tagged along on a bird watching tour, and Devin had made the whole crowd laugh when they’d oohed and aahed over seeing a bald eagle and Devin had called out, “His name is Jake.”
Town smelled of strawberries. It seemed that every car had a couple flats of fresh-picked berries. Cal Jr. and Sr.’s Blackbird Bakery was selling strawberry-rhubarb pie and strawberry-custard tarts with a side of fresh-made vanilla ice cream as fast as they could dish it up.
She and Devin washed it down with a sha
