24“Do I really have to wear this?” Becca protested as Noah dropped the veil.
“I think it's for the best. This hive is a little hot right now.”
“Why is that?” Becca pulled on a pair of thick gloves.
“My arch enemy has antagonized my cranky queen.”
“You have a cranky queen?” Becca watched from behind the mesh covering. “I'm guessing you'll explain what you mean.”
“I will.”
Noah led her to yet another pasture. This one smaller than the fields containing the cows and the stallion. Several stacked white boxes stood at the center. A few rows of old orange trees banked one side of the enclosure.
Noah unlatched the gate and led Becca inside. A large rust-colored tabby scampered between them.
“That's Red,” Noah said, as the cat kept pace.
“Seems rather dog-like for a cat.”
“This is true.”
