Page 64 of Hidden Shadows
“Not all of it was terrible, I hope.”
The corners of her mouth twitched. “No. Not all of it.”
The moments spent with this man were far from terrible. Sure, he’d ground her gears a few times, and the relationship between them hadn’t come easy. But nothing worth keeping usually did.
She turned her head to watch the trees pass outside the window. The snow hit the ground like tiny clouds falling from the sky.
“Do you know this was my first time in Canada?” she asked quietly.
“Really? And what do you think?”
“It’s beautiful. I want to come back and make more memories.” Drown out the bad ones, because even though there was so much to love about this trip, her stalker was like the gray cloud that hovered over her head. “I hate that we’re leaving before we know where Beth is.”
Her nightmare from last night came back to her, chilling her skin, making dread well up in her stomach. Had the dream been right? Had the asshole who was stalking her taken Beth because of Finley?
Nixon’s fingers tightened around her hand. “The police force here will find her, and we’ll keep in contact with Rad so we can learn any updates.”
She nodded, even though that heavy feeling inside her was still there, sitting on her chest, weighing her down. Every minute that passed where they didn’t locate her, Beth’s chances of being found alive decreased.
“How are you feeling about the flight?” Nixon asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.
She shrugged. “Compared to everything else that’s happened on this trip, that feels like the easy part.”
“So your phobia’s cured?”
She laughed. “Definitely not. I’m sure the second we take off, I’ll be grabbing your arm so hard I cut off the circulation.”
He chuckled. “Grab me as tightly as you need to, honey.”
Man, she loved it when he used that endearment.
She was gazing out the window again when her phone rang from the middle console. She frowned and lifted it, seeing Rad’s name flash across the screen.
Her pulse picked up, hope dancing in her chest. “Rad, any news on Beth?”
“No, unfortunately not.” The hope fizzled. “I’m actually calling because the police are here. They want to ask you a couple of questions before you get on the plane.”
Right on cue, a police radio sounded in the background.
Her gaze shifted to the time. They still had a few hours before their flight. They’d left the hotel early because Nixon had wanted to get going. But it was Christmas Day. Would it be busy at the fair? “I don’t know if I feel comfortable walking through a busy fair today.”
“Being Christmas Day, the fair’s closed today.”
She hadn’t known they were closing today. Not that it was a surprise, since most people would be home with their families.
“Even if it wasn’t Christmas Day, it wouldn’t have felt right remaining open while Beth’s missing.”
“I can understand that.” She ran her thumb over Nixon’s hand. “Okay. Sure. We can stop at the fair.” Nixon frowned at her. “We’ll only have time for a quick stop, though. So we can catch our flight.”
“Not a problem. I don’t think this will take long. We’re in the warehouse on the second floor. The heating’s better in here.”
“Okay. See you soon.” She hung up and turned to Nixon. “The police want to ask us some questions before we get on the plane. The fair’s closed, so we don’t need to worry about other people being around.”
The muscles in his arms tensed, but he nodded, turning the rental car around and heading toward the fair.
She was sure he didn’t like it because he just wanted to get her out of here. She’d felt it in him. Hell, he’d all but woken up and flown into action this morning. Packing their bags and getting out of the resort.
She wished she could make today better for him. It was Christmas, and she wanted to give him only good holiday memories. But all either of them could think about was this stalker and getting away from him.
