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and physical therapy care for crying out loud. Her manager had issues. She quickly replied that it was about time I’d notified her; she was starting to think I had been hijacked and sold into sex trade in Canada. I argued that it’s not likely to happen with the way I looked. After an ugly laugh-snort, I set my phone down and was back on the road.
    The afternoon continued and I still had some driving to do. I wanted to get into Eastport by dinnertime. According to my GPS, I had another three and a half hours of driving ahead of me, without considering any traffic.
    Somehow, I didn’t think traffic was going to be an issue, since I only recalled having passed five cars in the last hour or so. This was the boring part of the trip, and I wished I had a co-pilot.
    I needed someone to talk to. I talked to myself enough as it was, but it would have to do. It caused me to miss Mason.
    I actually felt a little more alert after my pit stop. It was amazing what a stretch, an iced coffee, and a pretzel could do for someone. During times like these, I could use one of those GoCams hooked up to the dash. I would be able to stream it live on YouTube and label it Lydia finally lost it on the way to Maine.
    Keeping my foot on the pedal, I carried on with my own private Karaoke session. There was absolutely no one on the roads, so it was just me singing along with the music blaring. I sang along with one of the recent radio hits and was I loud and proud. It had been keeping me in a good mood and I hadn’t taken a Xanax since this morning. Music therapy seemed to be working. Maybe this was the beginning of a fresh start. It made me think of one of those quote boards gifs I saw on my Instagram feed the other day.
    Sometimes the best thing you can do is not think, not wonder, not imagine, and not obsess. Just breathe and have faith that everything will work out for the best.
    I was definitely trying, I’d give myself that much.

    This was a never-ending drive, but the scenery was gorgeous. Even the air smelled different. The trees lining the highway were so green and tall, and I could actually breathe better as I puffed on my cigarette.
    Mason hated that I smoked and was happy when I quit. I quit when I found out I was pregnant with Braxton.
    How I wished I could hold them both again. I started thinking back to when Mason and I first met. We were only 23 years old, and I was out at a local bar with the girls. Mason was there with his obnoxious friends. I spotted him across the bar. You couldn’t miss him, even with the ruckus his friends were making.
    Mason had been a 6’4” beast of a man with strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and built like a brick house. When his eyes connected with mine, I knew, I knew right then and there I would have that man. I had never had that connection with anyone before, and I doubted I ever would again.
    The bartender sat my frozen margarita in front of me, and Mason trotted up behind me and whispered, “Well, what do we have here?” He then proceeded to lick the salt off the rim of my glass, winked at me, and returned to my ear and breathed, “I’m ready for my shot of you.”
    Sex on legs !
    With barely two sentences, before I even knew his name, Mason had my panties wet and my heart in his hands. My love, how I missed him.
    I slammed on my brakes! FUCK! I’d gotten lost in my head again and almost hit a damn moose! How long had I checked out for that time?
    Standing before me without a care in the world was a great big moose.
    Those suckers are huge!
    They were like Clydesdale horses, except they had trees growing out their heads. I wasn’t dreaming and a few cars had pulled up behind me. Apparently, the tone of some car horns resembled the moose’s mating calls, and you ran the risk of them charging, so we had to sit and wait until he was good and ready to cross the road.
    I put my car in park and grabbed my phone off the dash. I had to take a picture of this. No one would ever believe me