Melissa swallowed her first sip of the coffee and went to answer, until she spotted Anya standing behind Cash.
“I’m delivering you to your uncle tomorrow, child. Don’t go f*****g up all our plans over this”—Anya looked down at his hair and scowled—“boy.” She flicked a rogue strand of his hair, and Melissa almost burst into laughter.
“Tomorrow I have a full day with my uncle. Sightseeing, visiting, quality time—you know the drill.”
Cash nodded. “Well, I’d like to see you again before you head home. Which, by the way, you haven’t told me when that is or where that is—other than a ranch.”
“Farm,” she corrected him, which she found funny, since even farm was fictional. She eyed Anya for some answers.
“I don’t know, child. How long did you plan to stay here? That one’s on you,” the witch r
