Ella couldn't believe that Jet and Mia had finally got together. But then again, Mia could hardly believe it herself. When she first woke up, she thought it might have been a wonderful dream and nothing more. But when her landline rang at seven-thirty and Jet asked her how she'd slept, she thought her heart would burst with happiness.

'Oh, I didn't sleep. Tom popped round for a night cap and well, you know.'

He didn't laugh. He didn't make a sound. She wasn't even sure he was breathing.

'That was a joke, Jet. A joke. Too soon?'

Jet let out a long sigh before he laughed. 'Much too soon. I'm new to this, I told you. Self-doubt and anxiety are already creeping in.'

'God, Jet. I understand your doubts about having a relationship. But please don't have doubts about how I feel. If Ryan Gosling walked in here right now, I'd tell him I wasn't interested. And that's a big deal, believe me.'

'Duly noted. What are you doing today?'

'Other than reading the diaries, no plans in particular. You?'

'Doing farm stuff. I'd explain but you'd die of boredom. Which is another thing we need to think about if this is going anywhere.'

She sat bolt upright. 'Oh?'

'You're allergic to animals and all things farm.'

'True. But you're allergic to marriage and all things relationships, so we're equal on that front.'

'That's true. Okay. I've got rugby stuff I need to do tonight. We're still trying to find a replacement for Justin and we've missed several training sessions since the season started. If we don't get sorted soon, we won't be playing any matches. Tomorrow is choir practice. Are you going?'

'Sorry. I fell asleep when you mentioned rugby. Only joking. I want to hear about it. Er. I really do want to finish reading these diaries though, so I'm giving choir practice a miss again. And perhaps everyone should unless they want an angel landing on their head.'

'Good point. I'll speak to Tom and see what's happening. Okay. Wednesday's Halloween. You've got to come to that. We all dress up and there's a competition in the pub for the best costume. Let's make that our first date night, shall we?' he said, laughing.

'You really know how to impress a girl, Jet. Casanova could've learnt a lot from you.'

'I'll take you to all the best places.'

'I just want you to take me, Jet. But I know. We're doing things differently. Where do I get a costume for Halloween?'

'There's a hire place in Little Whitingdale. I'll give you the directions.'

'Great. I'll rope in Ella and Mum and Gill too.'

'Gill? Does he play rugby, do you know?'

'Goodbye Jet. Go and do farm stuff.'

He laughed. 'Goodbye, Mia. Find out who gets the dosh if you don't make it to the end of the year.'

'Oh, I'll make it, Jet. You can count on that. I'll still be here long after the bell chimes on that date.'

'I hope so, Mia. I really do. And I never thought I'd hear myself saying that I'd like a girl to stick around.'

'Stick around's a start. But I'm telling you, Jet. I'm in this for the long haul. And don't you dare get all paranoid and panicky and all woe is me and run away, because Mattie had plans for us and I think we owe it to her to try.'

'Of course. I'm only doing this for Mattie.'

Mia laughed. 'You tell yourself that, Jet. But we both know we're doing this for us. Now go and feed those cows and milk those chickens. Or is that the other way around?'

'Nope. Chicken milk and cow's eggs are this farm's specialities. And the occasional slice of human, too, of course. Bye Mia.'

'Bye Jet.'

She fell back on the bed and kicked her legs up in the air and swung her arms around, laughing and screaming. She rolled over and back again, got up and jumped up and down on the bed.

She knew she was right about him. She just knew it. He still might not fully realise it, but Jet Cross was well on his way to being in love. And she was the lucky woman he was falling in love with.

'Ella!' she yelled, leaping off the bed and rushing to Ella's room. 'We need to hire a fancy-dress costume for Halloween. Oh sorry Gill. I forgot you'd be here.'

Gill shot bolt upright but Ella groaned and turned over. 'What?' She glanced at the clock. 'It's just gone seven-thirty, Mia. We didn't get in till one. Go and read a diary or something. Call me in two hours. If this is what you dating Jet Cross is going to be like, I'm moving out.'

'Yeah, yeah. Like that's going to happen.'