CHAPTER SEVEN
ETHAN
“Goddammit, Cream Puff. That was almost my junk,” I scold the Alpine goat as I attempt to trim her hooves. She’s a feisty one, which is why I deal with her. Every four to six weeks, this has to be done, and each time, it’s the same song and dance.
“She nail ya?” Payton asks.
“Almost.”
“If you ever wanna have children, better wear a cup next time.” He chuckles, moving forward to steady her by bribing her with a carrot.
I snort. “Startin’ to sound like my grandma.” Arching a brow, I continue, “Do you have kids?”
Funnily enough, I don’t know anything personal about him.
“No.”
“Girlfriend or wife?”
“Nope.”
“Boyfriend?”
He shrugs. “I’m single.”
“Ah okay. Well, that makes two of us.”
“Really? I thought you and that Harper chick were a thing?”
“Nah, we’re just f
