“But I like being hands-on. Plus, I like it out here. It’s nice. Peaceful,” he finished.
I had to admit that it was really nice here—the scent of earth that was damp from the morning dew, the sound of the breeze rustling through the leaves, the dense forest on one side and the steep dropoff into a wide gorge on the other. A river wound through the valley below, glittering in the light of the midday sun.
If I ignored the incessant sounds of camera shutters clicking in the distance, I would have found it peaceful, too.
Suddenly, Alexander leaned forward, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he peered into the ravine below. He furrowed his brow for a moment, and then his eyes lit up like I’d never seen before.
“Look,” he said, pointing. “Down there.”
I turn
