Page 18 of Raised On It (Between the Pines #1)
Mason
O h, Journal, what am I going to do? Miles is slowly (like painfully slowly) but surely wooing me.
Like old-school wooing.
I can see the exhaustion on his face from his crazy-busy schedule, yet he keeps finding time for me every day. Today, he only had an hour to spare, but he still made it happen. And it was by far the best hour of my day.
We went to Tom’s Drive-in and had strawberry milkshakes. Lou sat at our feet while we devoured the sweet treats grinning at each other like idiots.
We sat at a little picnic bench outside a red-roofed walk-up-only burger joint and stared at each other while slurping the sugary bliss through our straws. We didn’t say much. Couldn’t really as those milkshakes were thick as molasses.
It was like living out a scene from a movie where the two star-crossed lovers each have a straw in the milkshake and smile at each other as their faces come close together.
The only difference is neither of us like each other enough to share a milkshake.
I mean, that’s next level relationship stuff right there.
Journal, I really want to get to that kind of next level with him, but I’m only here for a little while, and my life is in New York. Nothing can come of this. No matter how good it feels or how badly I want him, in the end, Miles and I simply don’t work.
If only that weren’t the case.
Miles was acting so dang dreamy there was a moment when I was thinking how much like a movie this seemed, and I actually giggled out loud.
His mouth was occupied and spared me from all his usual silly comments, but it doesn’t mean his eyes didn’t speak a thousand words while his eyebrows asked a million questions.
There was no hiding from his eyes, and his what’s so funny look makes me giggle all over again.
After days of nonstop talking—granted, mostly on his side—it was interesting how compatible things continued to feel even when we weren’t in deep conversation. It was one of the best hours I’ve ever spent, and all we did was drink strawberry shakes.
Yes, out of all the flavors Tom’s offers, we both got strawberry because well, it’s our favorite. What can I say? We both have great taste.
He dropped me off today like he has every day with a peck on the cheek after walking me to the front door.
Always leaving me wanting more.
He’s no fool. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Even though he leaves me pining for more, he and the entire town are also providing piles of inspiration, and I’m writing at a ferocious pace.
I decided to go to The Jury Room for dinner, and that’s where I ran into Emmett and Rachel. When they told me that Ken, the foreman at the farm, had welcomed a son earlier in the week and that Miles was working around the clock so he could take time off to be with his family, I fell ever harder.
I knew he had meetings, knew things were crazy with harvest season in full swing, but I had no idea the small blocks of time he’s been taking off to spend with me were his only breaks.
Miles Montgomery is turning out to be quite special. Like one of my leading men come to life. However, most of my characters also have that one big fatal flaw that gets in the way of everything and causes heartbreak for my heroines.
If I let Miles write our story, will I be left at some point trying to mend my own broken heart?
Will my life imitate art?