“Well, that’s some kind of morning,” Cash said. “You ready to have a look around?” She looked like she wanted to argue, standing on the porch with her arms crossed, but the corner of his mouth started twitching. He never could take her seriously when she was angry. Cash didn’t say anything, meeting her gaze in an old-fashioned staring contest. He waited until she dropped her arms and moved to enter the house instead. At least he’d won that round. It would be the last one before he figured out a less-than-obvious reason he couldn’t work for her, and she made her way back to the big city.
