Fox pushed past me toward the kitchen. He lifted the old-fashioned canary-yellow phone from her wall. “This is cute. I love all the quaint historic stuff. This is a real working farmhouse, huh?”
I clicked my jaw. “Yes. It is. Answer my question.” There was no please. He didn"t deserve one.
please“Didn"t April tell you? With the intensity of the blizzard, all the hotel rooms in the area were booked, so she let me crash at her house.” A wide grin formed on his face as he opened the refrigerator door and drank a swig of milk from a half-empty bottle. “Is this from legit cows on the farm?”
“No, Nana D doesn"t have the time or energy to run a full farm ever since she won the mayoral race… wait, never mind about this being a real farm or not.” I closed the front door so the snow flurries woul
