Karla Jenkins tried to find the right words and put them in the right order. Cache Bryant had just asked her out. Right out loud. She’d noticed that they’d been flirting on and off for a few months now, and he was brilliant with a guitar in his hands.
And with these cows, as she’d never seen a cow just lie right down and let a human curl into it. But two of his had done exactly that, and she couldn’t wait to report back to Scarlett.
“It’s fine,” Cache said. “Never mind.” He turned and started walking away, everything in Karla desperate to call him back. But she just watched as he moved over to a different cow and started talking to it too, in the same human-like way he had Flower.
“Flower,” she whispered, stroking her hand down the cow’s hide again. “How do I tell him?” She wanted to go
