Kyle glanced from the road to her eyes a few times to make sure she was serious and not joking around. He blinked as he absorbed the offer.<br/><br/>“Those people are crazy to let you go. I’ve read a few of your articles you linked through Facebook. You’re a damn good writer. I would be honored to have you write about my project,” he said, his face showing an expression of pride and gratitude. “I work with a PR firm now but they are terrible. Just today I was Googling around for a different team. I totally trust and respect your work and this is the perfect time. You’re hired,” he said, beaming.<br/><br/>“I hope you don’t think that’s why I offered to have you come visit, though.” He added, looking back at her again with a hint of concern. “You are welcome to stay as long as you like, no strings attached. But if you do write for me, though, I am totally paying you for your time. Public Relations is a business expense.” He let all that sink in for a minute as he drove on, thinking to himself that this partnership could really help him, regardless of how odd it would be to work with an ex- that he still had feelings for.<br/><br/>“Oh and on your fiction writing – I would really like to read your stuff. We don’t get cable out here and there is lousy cell and broadband service. To top it all off I can’t put a satellite dish on a historic home, so all I have is Blu-rays and books. I read a lot, you know – for a contractor,” he joked. “So seriously, I would like to take a peek at your work. By the way, sorry about not telling you sooner that I live and work in a media dead zone. If I did I was afraid you might not come!”<br/><br/>They drove a bit father along a vast stretch of wetlands and inland waterways that crisscrossed the green all around. After passing a sign Kyle put on his directional and moved into the right lane to exit the highway.<br/><br/>“Oh you know – it just occurred to me – would you want to write about me as a journalist or as a spokesperson? If you would rather write as a journalist, would me paying you compromise journalistic integrity?” He looked over at her with a confused expression. Media was not something he knew a lot about, all he knew was that he needed help. If he didn’t get the word out about the project he might never be able to unload the house at a profit.<br/><br/>As they talked the truck turned off the highway to a country road which quickly went from asphalt to gravel to dirt. The January afternoon was warm enough for the windows to be left open, but Kyle rolled them up to keep out the dust.<br/><br/>“Not much farther now,” he added as they went.