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“Yep. For a few minutes.”

“I’m actually really kind of stuck,” she says, trying to lift one foot. Her foot comes out of the mud, but she’s only wearing a sock. “My boot is definitely stuck in there.”

I give her a grin. “Good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah. We’re definitely not going to have to lie about me pulling you out of the mud this way.” Then I slide behind the steering wheel and head up to my house.

CHAPTER 15

MIA

He left me.

Stuck in the mud in the ditch outside his house.

I can’t believe he actually left me.

I slide my foot back into my boot. I look around. I pick my other foot up, but the same thing happens. The mud traps the boot, and my stockinged foot slides out.

This mud is really sticky.

I eye my car. It’s only a few yards away. I could make it if I leave my boots behind.

I look toward the drive that leads to David’s house.

He’ll come back. He’s not going to leave me out here.

I’m pretty sure.

I smile as I remember the look on his face when he turned and saw me down here in the ditch.

He was happy to see me.

Yeah, he’ll come back.

I’m just not sure how long it will be.

I decide to start plotting the next scene in my story to kill time. I left my phone in my car, so I’m just standing out here in a short-sleeved sundress and these boots. I can’t type or dictate any notes. But I can at least get a few ideas going.

After David didn’t kiss me last night, I was inspired to write a scene between my two main characters where they kissed. I made the scene everything I’d wished the scene with David could have been.

I’d also made it so there were no family members just inside the house or a friend sitting in the car, so it had gotten steamy and inappropriate for a sweet front porch.

It was awesome.

It feels like an hour, but it is probably only ten minutes later when David drives back down his long lane.

On a four-wheeler. Wearing hip waders.

I grin as he pulls up next to my car. I watch as he opens the car door, pulls my bag and my keys out, locks the door, and puts the bag with the keys inside, in the storage compartment of the four-wheeler.

Then he climbs down into the ditch.

“You came back,” I say.

“Of course, I did.”