Her Silent Revenge novel Chapter 76

It's weird.

Being in a car with him for the hour-plus drive somehow feels more intimate than sharing a bed. I know that makes no sense. Maybe it's because we're wide awake and we should be making conversation.

His rental car has all kinds of advanced cruise control features, this hybrid SUV that drips expensive, and it lets him safely drive it down the highway with one hand.

His other hand sits between us the entire way, close enough to touch. Close enough so I can see every detail.

Freckles, scars, blemishes.

The masculine bulge of his forearm, the path of his veins. I don't usually find veins interesting, but his are like a map I could study all day.

Ugh.

I've never felt this before. I don't like it.

This man radiates an unsettling magnetism that flips my heart like a pancake. The way I could stare at every part of him and feel like I'm still finding something new every time…

Insane.

It defies all logic, and a twisted little part of me loves that it does.

The fact that he's calling me Lady Bug on top of everything else doesn't help, pulling me back to a time when life and love were endless possibilities.

We travel in near silence, and whenever I'm not consumed with his hand being so close to my thigh, I gaze out at the stunning scenery.

There's a wild allure to the high desert. The hills, the canyons, the way the sunlight and shadows dance across the landscape.

It's nice to roll down the windows and enjoy the fresh air. Sixty-four degrees, according to the car's screen. In the sun, it's warm enough to pull off my cardigan.

Soon, we're parking in a large lot and striding across the gravel to the ticket booth where Patton buys us both tickets. Then we join the guided tour, heading into the canyon. As soon as we're touring the wind-scoured rocks, I forget about the weather and basically everything else.

Antelope Canyon is flipping stunning.

Just not the way you'd call the sky or the sea or imposing mountains beautiful. This place is shock and awe in a serene, passive way.

This beauty feels like sunbathing as you take it in. "Wow," I whisper almost breathlessly.

"Yeah." He presses a hand to my back, inviting me to lean into him. "A few thousand years of floods and erosion will do that. Give it enough time and even stone melts like butter. Pretty heavy stuff to think about."

"You've come here before?" I look at him.

"Three times. I always get out here whenever this conference comes up at Zion Peak. I like to think of it as Mother Nature showing off, reminding us how easy it is to leave a mark on the world if you throw enough raw power at it."

We take in the sights slowly, lingering behind the tour guide. I reach out and run my fingers along the stone.

Here, almost underground, the sun can't reach us and it feels cool. I stretch my arms out like I can borrow a few more precious seconds from this magical place.

The guide's voice drifts away into the distance, but that's okay.

For now, I'm taking this slice of reality and storing it away just for me. "Salem?"

I open my eyes. I hadn't even realized I'd closed them.

We're practically alone in this maze of petrified waves with the rest of our small group moving on.

"What are you doing?" A frown touches his face. His fingers fall against mine, asking for my hand, urgent yet unsure if I'm crazy enough to give in.

Honestly, I don't know what I want to give him.

So I let my fingers decide—and they find a home tucked in his hand.

"I'm fine. I guess I just…" I shrug, embarrassed. "It's a vibe here. This place has been around forever. It's crazy to think about how long. But it's so peaceful. I wanted to absorb it a little, as weird as that sounds. The good energy, I guess."