“You mean you’re worried about the hives.” Honey shot back. “And what the hell time do you start, I’m up at five in the summer...bees like sun.” She was still slightly mad at him and at herself. Yes, she had a crush on Buck, and sometimes, just sometimes, that he might have felt something other than indifference towards her. The fact that he seemed to drift while he was around her didn’t really help. “I’m fine, the ground is fine, and I think you know that.”