Derek’s P.O.V.
“I can understand why you are so happy to live here,” Jessica spoke as we were sitting on a picnic blanket in the middle of a meadow. After leaving the cabin, I had taken her to the horse stables, took two horses, saddled them up and I had taken my sweet journalist for a horseback ride through the forest, ending right here in a small meadow. Having a picnic at one of the prettiest places I could think of, right over the pack borders where only humans would come.
“Do you think you will ever be able to settle down somewhere? Instead of hopping from one hotel and airport to the next?” I asked her, suddenly feeling worried about the answer that she would give me. She sighed deeply, her head slightly leaning to the right as she seemed to be thinking about her answer very serio
