He just stared at me before shoving the umbrella handle in between two low branches so it covers us both. Then he sat down beside me.
"Jack. What are you doing here?" I asked looking at him. But he was watching the lake. "Oh, that's right. Logan said you don't speak do you"
He shook his head then slipped something soft into my hand. When I opened my hand, I saw a group of purplish blue tiny flowers lying in my palm.
"I do speak Isabella. But I've only ever spoken to you" His deep voice sounded so husky as if he hadn't spoken in years.
"Forget Me Not" I whisper
"Great movie but also a beautiful flower" He turns to look at me and I saw him grinning. "I saw you running from my house. So, I followed you because I knew I would find you here. This was one of your favourite hiding spots afte
