with a big black headband to keep the loose strands out of her
face. She was flushed with the heat and the exercise, her black
t-shirt and worn jeans covered in dust and straw, and she wore
rubber boots that also shouldn’t have been sexy, but of course
she was. She always would be.
It had taken them a year to get the goats. They had to build
the barn for them first and include an enclosure. They wanted
to do it themselves, even though they could have gotten the
guys—short of Jason, they had never quit working on the
house—to build it.
Between advice from the crew and online photos and
inspiration, they’d actually managed to construct something
that hadn’t fallen down. It was sturdy, looked quaint and cute,
and was red. Cassia insisted that it be red because even though
it wasn’t a real barn, it was kind of a barn. Probably the only
one they’d ever have.
“I’m not sure why I thought getting goats to mow down the
lawn would be easier than mowing it. We still have to pay
someone to mow it, because they can’t take care of it all and
it’s annoying having to move them and contain them all the
time, and—”
“And you love it. I know you can’t stand to be away from
your goats for a day. They’re like your pets.”
“Oh, you love them too.”
They’d gone away for a few days to Florida as a mini
vacation a few months ago and they both worried like crazy
about their goats. They were so spoiled they were basically
like pet dogs. The chickens were no better. Cassia and
Adalynn both coddled them, petting and talking to them and
worrying over them.