Ada stomped to her shed. “Stupid bloody man. Avoiding my flowers wasn’t asking for too much.”
Thankfully, Ada had added an extra thousand onto the first offer, and the army man hadn’t quibbled. Irritation flared in her anew as she pulled open the shed and turned on the lights. At least the vandals hadn’t gained access. If they’d trashed her drying machine, her hopes for staying afloat would’ve died a quick death. She would’ve lost the land she and Greg had struggled to keep.
A faint meow had her glancing at the door. A tortoiseshell cat in black, yellow, and patches of orange hovered in the open doorway.
“Ah, you’ve gathered enough bravery to show yourself,” Ada said to the cat.
Instead of advancing, he planted his butt and watched her warily. Ada shrugged and turned her attention back
