He dropped the shovel and darted for her playfully.
"I'll shovel it off somewhere and bury it," she said, following him out to the garage.
Alex was leaning on a shovel, watching her when she joined him.
When he finished the chores, he swallowed three aspirins and went outside to shovel the accumulating snow, hoping further activity might dissipate the anger he felt, not only at Shipton, but at himself for losing it in so public and childish manner.
It's real pick-and-shovel work, maybe an hour a page.