It was nearly noon when Hunter returned to the barn. To his pleasant surprise, Poppy was leaning on the calving pen with her back to him as he walked in. He paused for a moment to appreciate the way her dark skinny jeans clung to her finely rounded ass. With or without fabric covering it, she had one of the finest derrieres hed had the pleasure of enjoying.
He tried to move quietly, but she must have heard him anyway because at that moment she turned.
Isnt she just the cutest thing ever? Her smile was broad.
He had to laugh. Who, the cow?
No, she huffed, the baby. Sunshine.
He arched a dark eyebrow. Sunshine?
The calf. Sunshine.
Are we naming the calves now? He took up a spot on the rail beside her.
Why wouldnt you give them names?
Because we sell them for beef.
Poppys eyes narrowed. Not this one. You said shed give you new calves in a couple of years.
Hunter feigned confusion. Did I say that?