CHAPTER 5
“Watch your hands.” The attendant’s voice was bored as he locked the safety bar across their laps.
Declan was very aware of Livia’s hip and thigh pressed against his in the narrow seat. She was a bit curvier than she had been at eighteen, and the extra weight looked great on her. Her corn-silk blonde hair was still long and loose, as she’d worn it back then. His fingers itched to thread through it, but of course he did no such thing. He didn’t drape his arm along the back of the gondola either. She wasn’t his to touch anymore.
As the ride lurched into motion, moving them far enough that the next gondola could be loaded, her slim hands curled around the safety bar. Declan focused in on the neat ovals of her nails, painted a blush pink. He remembered the feel of those nails scra
