Page 74 of Making It Up

I head for my farm.

I need to put Scott out of my head, that’s for sure.

I have a plan for tonight, and it’s about Mia and me.

Just Mia and me.

Is that a good idea? Maybe not.

But I’ve already essentially told her we’re going to see one another, and if her being disappointed about a thunderstorm was enough to move me to hang up twinkle lights, then there’s no way I’m going to be able to cancel plans on her.

I’m going over the rest of what I need to set up and trying to figure out a way to get her out to my place, when I notice a car at the end of my mile-long drive.

But not just any car.

A silver Ford Fiesta.

I slow down, shake my head, and grin.

I guess getting her out here won’t be a problem. She’s just going to come to me.

Okay, then.

But as I pull up next to the car, I realize it’s not stuck in the mud. It’s just parked along the road.

There’s also no one inside.

I pull into the end of the drive and get out.

“Mia?” I call. What the hell is she up to?

“Oh, hey!”

I turn and look down.

She’s in the ditch. Knee-deep in the mud.

I shake my head. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I need someone to get me unstuck,” she says, lifting a shoulder and giving me a grin.

I want to kiss her so badly.

I want to stomp down into that ditch, haul her sweet ass out of the mud, and kiss her.

But once I start, I don’t want to have to stop.

“Okay,” I tell her. I start back for my truck.

“Um, David?” she calls after me.

“Yeah?” I stop at the driver’s side door.

She’s still standing in the ditch. “Where are you going?”

“I have something I need to do up at the house. I’ll be back.”

“You’re going to leave me here?” she asks, her voice rising a bit.