After half an hour, Wyatt slowed down and went up a grassy hill. At the top were several large trees. Candace didn’t recognize the surrounding area; however, she knew they were close to the forest. She could feel it and her white tattoos that swirled and laced up her arms, neck, and the frame of her face were evidence of her nearness. She untied her hair and put on her jacket, hoping to hide the white tattoos.
He stopped at the base of a tree and turned his body to look at her.
“Are you cold?”
“Um, a little bit.”
“Really? It’s a nice warm summer day and you’re cold?” He arched an eyebrow.
She shook her head and climbed off the four-wheeler. She walked to the tree and sat down in its shade. Wyatt brought over a backpack and set it down. He unzipped it and took out a blanket. It was
