The Pumpkin Pact by Faye Larson

Author:Faye Larson [Larson, Faye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-18T23:00:00+00:00

chapter three

When Keith had told Preston that the restaurant he wanted to take him to was near the ocean, Preston had imagined it was within walking distance. Maybe they’d be able to catch glimpses of the water or the occasional ocean scented breeze.

The restaurant turned out to be literally across a street from it.

It was the ocean, Highway One, and then the small town of Davenport, with the restaurant in question right there at the forefront.

“Wow,” Preston said, getting out of the car.

His legs felt a little stiff from sitting in the car for the two hours it took them to get through the very beautiful woods of the Santa Cruz Mountains. The foliage there might not turn different colors in the fall but it was breathtaking, filled with oaks and redwoods and Douglas firs.

And now that he was out of the car, he got to look at a different breathtaking sight.

The ocean stretched out before him. It was like the sky, stretching across everything, blue and shimmering and eternal.

“You like?” Keith asked, sounding like he was drawing closer.

“God yes.” Preston looked back at him and smiled. He heard the waves crash at the foot of the cliffs that overlooked the water, creating a rhythmic pulse.

Standing there, he never wanted to leave. He wanted to move out there, get a place in town, preferably looking out on the water, and never leave.

And he wanted Keith beside him.

Preston released a breath. They’d never be able to actually move out there. Getting Keith away from the office had been an adventure. Preston imagined his people would go nuts if Keith had to telecommute on a regular basis.

At least as crazy as Preston would get if Keith decided to just drive to work from there.

No. It’d be better to stay where they were now and come out occasionally. Get pumpkins in the fall, in the farm was half as awesome as Keith said it was, and maybe come back during the other seasons. The farm probably sold more than just pumpkins.

If nothing else, coming out more often might become research later. With writing, one never knew.

“So you’ve never even driven through here before?” Keith asked.

“No.” Preston glanced at him before looking back out at the ocean. Then, because the water looked the same color as Keith’s eyes, back at Keith to make sure.

Yup. The water was the same blue as his eyes.

Cool.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gone further than Santa Cruz,” Preston said.

While Preston had lived in the Bay Area his whole life, he didn’t often make the trek over the mountains. The last time was five years back, when he and He Who Preston Wished Some Would Drop a Piano On came out to watch the Fourth of July fireworks at Santa Cruz.

This was way better.

Quieter, with only the occasional car going by on the two-lane highway.

Sharper, with a strong wind coming across the water and bringing with it the smell of salt and water and cut grass.

Sweeter, because he was there with Keith.

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