Chapter 2
“And if you crane your neck,” Evan said as the cable car topped the next hill, “you can see the bridge to your left.”
“I don’t know how you find anything. There’s nothing but buildings as far as a body can see.”
“It is a city, after all.” Evan had found Ty’s accent growing on him. He’d started trying to make little remarks designed to get the man to reply. “Over eight hundred thousand people at last count.”
Ty let out a surprised whistle. “Greenville’s more like sixty thousand. You could just about fit our downtown into Union Square.”
They’d had a good afternoon. Evan had sprung for a food cart in the square since Ty hadn’t eaten since breakfast. He’d also made reservations at Waterbar on the Embarcadero. The views would be as good as the food.
Ty—he’d confessed it was shor
