Whispering With You

2. Definitely not a dude.

Sutton

ME: So I had a brilliant idea for a new event on the farm.

FINN: Chippendales, right? That's your brilliant idea?

CHARLIE: What's the version of that for men? Because if women get an exotic dancing night, then so should we.

JJ: Strippers, Charlie. That's the version for men. Strippers.

JENSEN: Nope.

ME: Shut-up, you assholes. You're ruining my big moment.

ME: Ready for it?

ME: Goat yoga!

JENSEN: Again, nope.

VIVI: Oh my gosh, yes! We need to do that!

JENSEN: See above answer.

ME: Go ask your girlfriend, J. I bet she'd be on board with us using her goats.

JENSEN: Last I checked, Teddy wasn't the boss.

FINN: Of the farm anyway. Of everything else in your life? Ha, let's try that again.

JENSEN: *middle finger emoji*

ME: Fine, what if we just make it regular yoga then? No goats. Yoga on the Farm. Has a nice ring to it. I want to do it one morning a week and offer a separate class for kids so the stay-at-home-moms can come. It's a great thing to add to our community. I know plenty of moms who would eat this shit up.

VIVI: Yes! This is a great idea, J. Think about it.

JJ: I actually agree.

JENSEN: Since you keep turning down my offers to work at the farm, your opinion doesn't count, cousin.

FINN: MILFs in tight yoga pants? Sign me up!

CHARLIE: Me too.

SULLY: I could get on board with that.

ME: Perverts can see themselves out of this conversation.

SULLY: I've been trying to leave this chat for years.

JENSEN: Finally something we agree on.

ME: I'm not giving up, J! This is a good business idea!

I tuck my phone in the back pocket of my denim overall shorts with a groan. Leave it to my siblings to turn a great idea into something inappropriate. That's no surprise coming from my twin stepbrothers, Finn and Charlie. They pretty much have the maturity level of a thirteen-year-old boy. Sully, my foster brother, is always a wildcard. You never really know what you'll get from him. Mostly he stays silent, his disdain for group texts apparent. At least Vivi and my cousin JJ are on board. Maybe with more pestering, I can convince Jensen. I am not above using his girlfriend to get my way either. Convince Teddy, win over Jensen.

With a plan in place, I look around The Flower Shop, my little oasis on Anderson Farm—my family's farm that is really more like a destination spot than anything. We have every season and holiday covered—from apple picking and haunted forest in the fall to sledding and wreath making in the winter to U-Pick flowers and berries, farmer's market, and wood fired pizza nights in the spring and summer months.

Jensen took over running the farm when our dad retired, and most of my siblings fell into various jobs here, with the exception of Sully and JJ. They prefer to remain on the outskirts of the family in every sense of the way, and I try not to take offense since I realize there are underlying factors I can't possibly understand.