One Moment at a Time by K.S. Thomas

Author:K.S. Thomas [Thomas, K.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Romance, chick lit, self-discovery, Contemporary Romance, new adult romance
Publisher: Never Did Point North Publishing
Published: 2020-08-22T23:00:00+00:00

chapter

twelve

BEN

By the time we land, Lavon and I are best buds. Issy made good on her promise, they were excellent travel companions. So much so, we make the effort to sit together on the next flight as well. A small, city hopper out of Amsterdam.

It’s after four in the afternoon when we finally arrive at our final destination.

“I’m almost sad we’re parting ways here,” she says, both of us having found our luggage in the never-ending stream coming through the hole in the wall and traveling down the endless conveyer belt.

“Almost? I am sad!” I tell her, crouching down to meet Lavon for one last high five.

“Well, I’m sad for us,” she rephrases, “but I’m excited for you and who you’ll meet up with next.” She smiles, and I know she’s sincerely happy for me. “Besides, we have each other’s info. We’ll meet again.”

I stand up to hug her goodbye. “I certainly hope so.”

“Maybe next time it’ll be with Ky.”

“And Bastien.”

She holds her hand out toward me. “Deal.”

We shake on it. Then, we really part ways. Her toward the doors where Bastien is likely waiting to greet her, and me toward the rental car section.

The closest international airport I could land in to get to Valensole, is nearly an hour outside of town. Definitely not within walking distance, nor am I keen to just hitchhike, though I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Ky did upon her arrival here.

Still, baby steps for me.

Once I’ve got a car, things get a little trickier. Setting up the GPS is easy enough, and I’m relieved to see that the lavender farm pops up right away, but driving in France is off to a rocky start when I forget to consider tolls and wind up at my first stop without the proper currency. Eager to avoid any more toll booths, I take my first exit, shortly after which, I find myself trapped in a roundabout I struggle to get out of, mostly because there’s a delay in my GPS and I keep missing my turn off.

When I make my way out of the city, it’s finally smooth sailing. The rural country roads are easy to navigate, and most enjoyable, are the views. But, my daylight hours are fading fast, so while the scenery is breathtaking, I do my best to remain focused on the driving in hopes of arriving at Laurent Lavande before nightfall. It’ll be awkward enough, showing up, a stranger, out of the blue. I’d rather have it be under less creepy circumstances than after dark.

Valensole is every bit the fairy tale one might imagine, and I find myself thanking Ky, wherever she is tonight, for inviting me here. The setting sun lends itself well to the overall charm of the town, and as I approach the farm, I have to pull over just to take pictures of the painted sky and endless fields of lavender.

It’s dusk by the time I’m pulling down the long windy driveway up to the house, but I don’t mind anymore.

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