Chapter Five: Afterglow The flight back to New York was quiet—but not awkwardly quiet. Madison sat beside Jim, her head resting lightly on his shoulder, her hand interlaced with his on the armrest. They didn't speak much. They didn't need to. The silence held warmth. A kind of reverence. Vegas had changed something between them. The tension that had once choked their bedroom was gone. And in its place—trust. Deep, hot, ma...