Summer Love in the Country (Summer Instalove)

bit of a red flag to me. I’d never wanted anything beyond finding the right girl and settling

down. I didn’t want to experiment, or sow my wild oats.

Now that I was pretty sure I’d found my dream girl, I wanted to be the right man for her,

and fast. In my heart, it was already a done deal.

CHAPTER SEVEN

* Joanna *

After a hot shower and a good stretch, I spent the afternoon writing like crazy. Words were

just pouring out, and my hands could barely keep up.

Alternating between typing and writing by hand, I managed to fill in several of the blanks in

my book and even hit upon a few new side topics I didn’t know I needed to express. My

back and arms were tired from the physical labor, but my mental energy was at an all-time

high.

I was also approaching a few topics through fresh eyes, now that I was definitely

fascinated with a romantic connection. Nobody had ever treated me like Dean did, and I

was coming to realize that I couldn’t let our relationship end when I went home. Everything

about him just felt… Right.

I was falling for him hard and fast, which scared me a bit. My friends and coworkers had

told me so many stories over the years of how difficult relationships were. How they had to

fight to get the man to open up. How they had to learn how to be what he wanted, and how

to express themselves around him so that he would understand what they needed.

That just didn’t seem to apply to Dean and I. Maybe it was too simple, and I was being

completely naïve. Yet every part of me simply screamed to throw my arms around him and

hold him close. I imagined sleeping in his thick arms, and nearly melted from the thought.

Taking a break to stretch my shoulders again, I heard my phone beep. Picking it up, there

was a text from Laura.

Laura: We’re all dying to hear about the hot farm boys! And how is the writing going?

Laughing, I took a photo of my poetry walls and sent it before sitting cross legged on my

bed.

Me: There’s the layout of my book! It’s going really well.

Me: It’s going really well with a farm boy, too. Well, man. He’s a bit older.