Her Silent Revenge novel Chapter 68

"Okay. I'll see what I can do. Utah better be more than smelly salt flats and big rocks, though. I'm holding you to it when you said luxury."

"Do you still think I'd disappoint you, Miss Hopper?" His eyes narrow. And there goes my heart, pattering away like it's broken.

I can't answer that, so I just shake my head.

For the first time today, his smile reaches his eyes.

The more I think about it, the more excited I am, slowly coming to terms with a decision that feels less crazy by the hour.

By the time I finish work, I'm buzzing. A vacation.

A real-life honest break from worrying myself sick about everything from money to what we're having for dinner.

Look, I love Arlo, but it'll be great to get away somewhere without him and just breathe for a few days.

I don't let myself think about Patton or that look in his eyes when he invited me on this trip. That's more complicated than the getaway I need.

Before heading home, I stop off at the Higher Ends office to drop off some paperwork—a thick stack of suggestions from the cleaning staff about process improvements for their jobs. Patton wants to work on employee retention strategies, especially with commercial grade cleaners in short supply around town.

The first time I walked into this sleek glassy building, I felt like an ant. Now, I'm familiar enough to wave at the receptionist as I head inside.

This time of day it's almost empty, and after leaving the cards in Patton's inbox like he requested, I make my way to the exit.

"Miss Hopper!"

I turn to see a familiar face hurrying toward me with a bunch of fresh flowers in her arms. Evelyn Hibbing?

"Mrs. Hibbing, hello. What brings you here?"

"Call me Evelyn, dearie, please. Everyone does." She pauses to look fondly at the flowers in her arms, cascading shades of reds and yellows. "Lovely, aren't they?"

"Totally. They smell like spring!" She sighs proudly.

"One of my favorite things about flowers, you know. I came by with these to brighten up the place. Delly and I were at the market this afternoon and I thought the boys would enjoy a little color. So much better than the plastic wreaths they've kept up this whole dreary winter."

What if she's right?

Ugh, I don't want to think about it.

"Here's a friendly tip—if you're looking to surprise him, Patton loves a good juicy cheeseburger. You'd think with all the money that family has, he'd prefer something more sophisticated, but you'd be surprised. He inherited his father's palate, I believe. Simple."

"I see," I manage numbly.

"Now, I'm not suggesting you take him to a drive-in or anything so obvious. But if you two kids go out for a business meeting and you just so happen to wind up at your favorite greasy spoon, put in a good word for old Evelyn, would you?" She sniffs the flowers in her arms and seems to sag, like the bones holding her up are collapsing. "I don't mean to burden you or complicate your life. I just haven't aged as gracefully as Delly, you see."

I have to admit Delly Rory has aged insanely well.

"You look fine. You're staying active. That's a win at your age, I'm sure."

"We lead very different lives as widows, Delly and me. I blame the cold back home. Oh, and the winter darkness… it's awful without Walt around to fly us to Nevada for a long weekend. Sin City was my very own light therapy back in the day." Evelyn laughs sadly. "Of course, I'm not saying I'm jealous of Delly. Never. She deserves every speck of happiness for all the wonderful things she does here. Kansas City has a lovely rustic charm, but Minnesota, that's my home. I can't wait to get back when things are greening up."