The front door opened, ricocheting off the wall. “Well, there you are,” Cassandra said as she stood with her hands on her hips. The ranch hands scattered, taking their plates with them. I looked around at the empty kitchen and living room. “What just happened?” CJ shrugged with a mouthful of food. “They’re scared of her.” “Don’t know why,” Cassandra grumbled. “I’ve never been anything but nice.”
