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probably just as many enemies because there would be a heck
of a lot of people who would be jealous of her vivacious
personality and her exterior breathtaking beauty.
Cassia grinned at Adalynn before tilting her head to the tall
grass and the wildflowers and weeds in the yard that seemed to
go on forever. “I know what would fix that grass problem over
there. Or the weeds at least. I’ve been thinking about it all
morning.”
“A lawn mower?” Jason asked.
“No.” Cassia grinned. “I was thinking goats.”
“Goats?” Jim asked. He shifted in his lawn chair, also a
huge man made of heavy muscle who looked like he found
physical labor to be a treat instead of a challenge.
“Wouldn’t that be the best solution? They could eat it all
down naturally. They’d provide fertilizer in turn.”
“And when they’re grown you could have a goat roast,”
Sam, one of the younger guys on the crew, suggested.
Cassia scowled. “I would never! They’d be my pets. I
couldn’t very well raise them and feed them and care for them
every day and the one day, bam! They’re finished and they’re
in the freezer. That would be an extreme betrayal of trust.”
“There you go, upsetting the lady,” Big George chastised,
shaking his head, but it was clear he was amused by the whole
thing.
“Goats,” Adalynn whispered. She finally picked up her
sandwich and took a bite. “I’ll have to think about it. It would
take some building to get them settled.”
“I was kidding,” Cassia laughed, “but if you think you’d
like them, I’m sure it would actually work. It seems like a
good symbiotic relationship to me.”
