Chapter 10

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Harry

"Where are we going," Rosalie cries behind me as I pulled her through the streets of Dallas.

"Not sure," I tell her, "Wherever we end up." I haven't felt excitement like this in what seems like years to me. Adrenaline pumps through my body as I turn our brisk pace into a sprint, ignoring the warning glaces of the surrounding people as we rush by.

I head for my car, unlocking the door and holding it open for her. "Get in," I insist, not waiting for her to question it. I walk around and climb into the drivers seat before roaring the engine to life.

She still stands, crouched over looking intently at my face through the other side of the car. For a second, I'm scared she's going to deny me this- walk away and make me chase her down the street and beg her just to come along for a ride. But whatever she was contemplating in her head, she quickly resolves and slides in to sit alongside me in the cab.

"Lets give serenity a visit," she says with a smile.

Rosalie gives me directions to the outside of town where the countryside increases quickly in thickness, and it is here I learn another thing about her- she likes to tell you your next direction approximately three seconds before you reach it.

I swear at the traffic, cutting off a few trucks that I am sure could easily smear us against the highway to take an exit that leads us off the main roads. She tells me to turn right again much too late, and I have to make a u-turn.

"Sorry," she says shyly for the fifteenth time, but her smile indicates the amusement she feels through it all. "Its not much further."

We travel in silence for several miles, get lost once, but eventually pull up to a long dirt roadway before she tells me to pull over and park under the trees. There are no houses around, only a long rod-iron fence that expands the length of the roadway in both direction.

She climbs over the top of the fence, her short white jean shorts pulling tightly against her ass. This has been the first time I have actually gotten the chance to admire it. She looks lovely- the fabric defining the curve of her hips. I rush to her side, offering my hand to that I can admire more closely, before something orange catches my eye.

Warning signs indicating trespassers to keep out are posted every few hundred yards, but Rosalie seems unphased. "Rosalie we can't go through here," I tell her.

"Don't be a sissy," she teases as she hops down. She stares at me from the other side of the fense, pushing her wait against it. "Are you coming?" she mocks.

I huff sarcastically and climb to join her on the other side. She eyes my hand in a way that makes me feel like she intended to grab it, but she doesn't, instead pointing to the general direction we are moving towards.

Great giant oak trees are scattered between clusters of cedar, reaching well into the blue Texas sky. A gentle breeze rolls through them, creating a chime of rustling leaves that flutter against the wind. It is so peaceful here, so completely different from the thriving life of the city that awaits only miles away. Rosalie leads the way through some undergrowth, warning about thorny vines here and there. We don't say much, we both are too busy enjoying the quiet voice of the forest that seems almost eerily silent.

Up ahead it looks as if the treeline breaks into a giant field, but Rosalie turns away from it, leading me deeper into the cover. The distant sound of animals disrupts my thoughts and causes my heart to start with panic.

She turns and smiles a great toothy grin at my startled appearance, "Only cows," she claims. "But you'd better keep an eye out for the bear cub here."

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