An incline?
*The Monongahela incline.*
Oh. After he parked, I got out and glanced toward the sky, noticing that it was just starting to turn pink. We were . . . going to watch the sunset from Grand Avenue? That’s actually really romantic.
*Even better than that, actually.*
There’s better? But that view was amazing, overlooking the cityscape of Pittsburgh.
Cronan had already stepped around his beautiful vehicle, taking my hand in his and I found myself staring up at him as he smiled down at me. “Trust me.” Trust him, he says. I bit my lip and he growled low, his thumb tugging my lip from between my teeth, eyes flashing silver. “You’re making it hard to behave, little one.”
But I didn’t even do anything.
Licking his lips, I watched his eyes turn
