Just figured we could go see how Kevin is doing.” Lennon looked up through her lashes. “Are you really bribing me with a cow?” “Your cow,” I clarified. “Your cow that you somehow convinced me to let you name 'Kevin.'” Lennon smirked. “Are you mad that his name is Kevin or that he has a name at all?” I rested my forearms on her desk. “Get in the truck, pretty girl. Let’s go see Kevin.”
