it?”
“Yeah, I’ve got it.”
After breakfast, I meet Micah in the garage where he’s waiting for me, just like he said he would be. He’s in a golf cart wearing baggy jeans, an LSU t-shirt, and a pair of Ray Bans.
Holy shit, he looks amazing.
Stay focused, Sheridan . . . task at hand. You’ve got this. You’re a professional.
I get in the golf cart and Micah starts it up, pulling out of the garage and heading straight onto the lush green grass surrounding the property. While he’s giving me a brief history of the plantation, I start taking pictures and making notes in my journal. I have him stop when an old, rundown barn catches my eye and spend extra time playing around with the lighting and angles.
We briefly stop at Annie’s garden, but I don’t spend a lot of time there. It’s truly amazing and deserves a whole day dedicated to capturing its beauty.
“The plantation sits on fifty-five acres and there are also two cottages on the land,” Micah tells me.
“Who lives in the cottages?” I ask.
“Deacon’s in the one over there by the pond. Mine is this one right up here.” He points toward the house closer to us. It’s white with green shutters and surrounded by trees. I try not to love it instantly, but fail.
“Is this what you want? To stay on the property?”
“Yeah, I do,” he answers. “I love it here. It’s my home, and I want to share it with my own family, if I ever have one,” he answers with confidence. “What about you? Do you plan on living in the big city forever?” he asks, turning the tables.
“Forever? I don’t know about forever. That’s an awfully long time,” I say with a smile, trying to dodge the question.
He lets his sunglasses slide down to the end of his nose and raises his eyebrows over the top of them. “You know what I mean.”
“Well,” I start, feeling the storm that’s been brewing inside kick up a notch, “I’ve been there for so long, it’s hard to imagine living anywhere else. Up until my best friend, Piper, left, I really had it in my head that if I wanted to move up the ladder in my profession, New York was the place to be. But now, I’ve seen my best friend spread her wings and try something different. I was so caught up in my little corner of the world, I hadn’t even considered a different way of life . . . a life outside of the city. Being here, though, I can see why someone would want to spend their life here.” I look over at him, but his eyes are straight ahead, like he’s deep in thought. “That’s what I want to do with my article,” I continue. “I want to show others what a wonderful life there is to be had down here and make them fall in love, too.”
I’m a bit embarrassed to be opening up to Micah like this, but I feel so comfortable, I can’t seem to help it. Shrugging, I add, “That’s my job. That’s what sells magazines.”
“I’m all for people falling in love, but I’m not sure I want a bunch of damn Yankees movin’ to the Settlement,” he says, grinning.
Micah stops and parks the cart. “Ah, there he is! There’s my boy!” He jumps out and jogs toward the cottage, whistling and yelling for someone named Johnny. I assume he’s talking about a person, but when I round the corner, I realize the people have four legs.
“Dani! Come meet the boys!” I catch up to where Micah is kneeling on the ground, being pawed and licked by not one, but two dogs. His smile is wide and playful, showing off his white teeth.
“All right, all right! Settle down.” The dogs begin to calm and Micah wipes his face with the bottom of his shirt, briefly showing me his toned abs and a light smattering of hair traveling down past the waist of his jeans.
Happy trail, indeed.
“Dani, I’d like for you to meet Johnnie Walker and Jose Cuervo,” he says, smiling up at me. “Say hello, boys! The brown one is Deke’s and the black one is mine,” he says, still smiling like a little boy at the rambunctious dogs. They
“Yeah, I’ve got it.”
After breakfast, I meet Micah in the garage where he’s waiting for me, just like he said he would be. He’s in a golf cart wearing baggy jeans, an LSU t-shirt, and a pair of Ray Bans.
Holy shit, he looks amazing.
Stay focused, Sheridan . . . task at hand. You’ve got this. You’re a professional.
I get in the golf cart and Micah starts it up, pulling out of the garage and heading straight onto the lush green grass surrounding the property. While he’s giving me a brief history of the plantation, I start taking pictures and making notes in my journal. I have him stop when an old, rundown barn catches my eye and spend extra time playing around with the lighting and angles.
We briefly stop at Annie’s garden, but I don’t spend a lot of time there. It’s truly amazing and deserves a whole day dedicated to capturing its beauty.
“The plantation sits on fifty-five acres and there are also two cottages on the land,” Micah tells me.
“Who lives in the cottages?” I ask.
“Deacon’s in the one over there by the pond. Mine is this one right up here.” He points toward the house closer to us. It’s white with green shutters and surrounded by trees. I try not to love it instantly, but fail.
“Is this what you want? To stay on the property?”
“Yeah, I do,” he answers. “I love it here. It’s my home, and I want to share it with my own family, if I ever have one,” he answers with confidence. “What about you? Do you plan on living in the big city forever?” he asks, turning the tables.
“Forever? I don’t know about forever. That’s an awfully long time,” I say with a smile, trying to dodge the question.
He lets his sunglasses slide down to the end of his nose and raises his eyebrows over the top of them. “You know what I mean.”
“Well,” I start, feeling the storm that’s been brewing inside kick up a notch, “I’ve been there for so long, it’s hard to imagine living anywhere else. Up until my best friend, Piper, left, I really had it in my head that if I wanted to move up the ladder in my profession, New York was the place to be. But now, I’ve seen my best friend spread her wings and try something different. I was so caught up in my little corner of the world, I hadn’t even considered a different way of life . . . a life outside of the city. Being here, though, I can see why someone would want to spend their life here.” I look over at him, but his eyes are straight ahead, like he’s deep in thought. “That’s what I want to do with my article,” I continue. “I want to show others what a wonderful life there is to be had down here and make them fall in love, too.”
I’m a bit embarrassed to be opening up to Micah like this, but I feel so comfortable, I can’t seem to help it. Shrugging, I add, “That’s my job. That’s what sells magazines.”
“I’m all for people falling in love, but I’m not sure I want a bunch of damn Yankees movin’ to the Settlement,” he says, grinning.
Micah stops and parks the cart. “Ah, there he is! There’s my boy!” He jumps out and jogs toward the cottage, whistling and yelling for someone named Johnny. I assume he’s talking about a person, but when I round the corner, I realize the people have four legs.
“Dani! Come meet the boys!” I catch up to where Micah is kneeling on the ground, being pawed and licked by not one, but two dogs. His smile is wide and playful, showing off his white teeth.
“All right, all right! Settle down.” The dogs begin to calm and Micah wipes his face with the bottom of his shirt, briefly showing me his toned abs and a light smattering of hair traveling down past the waist of his jeans.
Happy trail, indeed.
“Dani, I’d like for you to meet Johnnie Walker and Jose Cuervo,” he says, smiling up at me. “Say hello, boys! The brown one is Deke’s and the black one is mine,” he says, still smiling like a little boy at the rambunctious dogs. They
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