Chapter 11 Horse Ride

• "Are you really going to ask me that now?" Dean suppressed a groan as Thalia's sharp hazel eyes swept over him, she looked at him up and down, side to side, and she was really examining him like he was an item she was going to buy. He knew that she was confused by his presence, but hopefully they could talk about it later.
• "You're not a journalist, am I right?"
• He answered her without hesitation. "Not really. And I'm happy to explain it to you, Thalia. Just not now."