He couldn’t believe that she was alone in the woods. Why he’d smack her upside the head for being so damn stupid that…
Then he got to thinking about it, looking out at the vast wilderness. A woman, even one who looked that good, was probably far safer here than back in LA. She wouldn’t last a minute on his streets. There was too much fresh air and innocence about her.
Innocence wasn’t right either. She’d clearly seen some s**t. Not his kind of s**t, but enough to make her pretty disappointed in the world.
But there was lightness about her. He could still hear her bright laugh. It had made him tell his hardest, blackest moments of the hike in such a way as to get her to let loose that laugh some more. And she’d done the same. He could feel her doing it, as they’d sat on pack and rock ne
