The ferry boat was crowded and, stationed proudly on Liberty Island stood Lady Liberty herself, well within view. As the boat approached, it became more and more apparent that the statue was humongous, like nothing Lillian had ever seen before.
Not in person, anyway.
“What are you thinking?” Huddled close on the crowded ferry, he was gazing out toward the monument and she found her eyes caught on his profile, distracted by the sensation of his thumb rubbing her waist where his hand still rested. When his eyes shifted to meet hers, the tip of his lips quirked upward. “Enjoying the view?”
Flustered, she snapped her eyes back toward what she should have been gazing at, mumbling, “Um. It’s impressive.”
“Hm.”
Just hm.
Curiously, her eyes wandered back up to him and she found that he’d t
