His ass hurt from being thrust into the air and back down onto a worn seat that had seen far better days. He held onto the roll bar and inhaled the rich scent of the jungle after another night of rain. Everything here seemed more vivid and alive. Birds chirped in a mad song at each other while the density of green around them moved with unseen creatures that he knew watched their passing. But the smell that filled his lungs is what breathed new life into him this early morning—the smell of absolute freedom and purity. Nature at its most wild. "You look more like yourself and you haven't given us any lectures yet, thank God." Derek slapped him on the back when the jeep finally came to a stop. "You good to go?" "Always." He leapt from the jeep and glanced to where Savannah chatted away to Matthew. "Looks like she's made a new friend." "Yeah, he's pretty hot for her, I think. But what man isn't, right? Everywhere we go she leaves a broken heart in her wake. Gotta love that about her," Stewart observed from where he tossed their gear onto the ground.
