CHAPTER 18
Presley stepped gingerly through the grove of Aspen trees. With her husband’s hand firmly holding hers she wasn’t truly afraid of tripping, but Hobie had become so careful with her ever since they found out she was pregnant, she felt obligated to take careful steps over the uneven forest floor.
“Honestly, I’m a little worried about her,” she said. She had been filling Hobie in on the potential drama playing out with Grace at her film shoot in Australia. Hobie grunted his answer. She stopped walking and asked, “Are you even listening to me?”
Hobie looked back at her, his dark curly hair backlit by the morning sun. “I’m listening. I just want us to get to this spot before we lose the light.”
Presley was one of his favorite subjects to photograph before she was pregnant. Lately
