Page 25 of Cheyenne

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Look, I didn’t sleep well. Saint Catherine-Whatever is haunting my dreams and wants this amulet back.”

He frowned. “What?”

“Seriously.”

Micah searched her face. She seemed truly worried about it. “If it’ll make you feel better, we can return it.” Dread filled him as he thought about sneaking back into the crypt and putting it back. It was way more than creepy. “But let’s make sure it can’t read some things first, okay?”

She pulled her hand back, and he noticed that she was jittery. “Fine.” She sucked in a shallow breath. “But we are putting it back.”

“Yeah, we will.” He moved his attention back to his phone. “Let me get you paid for this.”

She leaned closer, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “You know what? Why don’t you just let me pay for this, and after the snorkel cruise, you can buy us pizza or something while we dig deeper into the you-know-what.”

Her dramatic tone made him laugh. “So we’ll go ‘you know where’ and talk about the ‘you know what’?”

She laughed too. “Exactly.”

He cocked his eyebrow. “And I presume you brought the ‘you know what’ with you, too?”

“It’s back at the house. I didn’t want to risk it.” She glanced around, then dropped her voice to a whisper. “I feel like a grave robber. We really need to return it to that tomb ASAP.”

Micah frowned and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked genuinely concerned. “We’ll return it as soon as we’re done checking it, I promise. We have all week. Let’s take our time.”

She looked at his hand on her shoulder, then into his eyes.

A zing of attraction went through him. This woman was a complete knockout.

“Fine,” she said. “We snorkel, then we see if the amulet can help us, then we put it back.”

“Deal.”

She seemed to calm down a bit.

Would he admit that part of the reason he didn’t want to hurry things today was because he wanted to spend more time with her? Uh, no. He was prepping to become a SEAL; he didn’t need the complication of a woman in his life.

The guide called everyone closer. “Please take a pair of fins, goggles, and a life jacket. As you enter, we’ll sanitize your goggles and make sure everything’s ready.”

Cheyenne looked suddenly nervous. “I’ve never done this before.”

Micah blinked. “What? You’ve never snorkeled in your entire life?”

She bent to pick up a pair of fins. “No. Not everyone’s snooty, rich, and lives on the beach.”

That caught him off guard. “You don’t know much about me, but I can tell you your assessment is wrong.”

“Sorry.” She sighed. “I’m just feeling antsy.”

“Okay, what do you need help with?” He wasn’t about to dive into his backstory, but he’d been snorkeling long before he moved to South Port.

She held up a pair of goggles uncertainly. “Would you mind holding my stuff while I see if these fit?”

He took her things, watching as she pressed the goggles to her face.

“How do I know if they’re the right size?” she asked.

Setting her belongings down, he stepped closer. “Here, let me.” He slipped the goggles over her head and tightened the strap. “These should work.”

She jerked her head from side to side. “How does anyone swim in these?”

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