I’ve been on more sets than I can count, in more locations than most people put on a bucket list. Shanghai. Sydney. Ireland’s lush green hills. Beaches so pristine they barely seem real.
I’ve seen it all.
But sweet mercy, this. This, I have not seen. This is my number one.
Why the hell wasn't this on my bingo card?
“The Empire State Building?” I squeal.
By this point, I’m fully unhinged, bouncing on the balls of my feet, and not even a little embarrassed.
He adjusts my sunglasses. “You could try drawing less attention to yourself.”
“If I could control my behavior right now, I would,” I say, undeterred. I fling both hands up at the building. “But look at it.”
He looks up.
“This is where An Affair to Remember was filmed. Cary Grant. Deborah Kerr.” I gesture wildly at the building.
I swoon shamelessly.
He yawns for effect.
“And Sleepless in Seattle,” I add breathlessly. “With Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. When their hands just barely touch.”
He cranes his neck, eyes tracking straight up.
“That’s a lot of steel.”
I can practically hear the mental note being made. Many tons. Very strong. Tower good.
He grunts once.
I glare. “Do not make me thump you in the forehead for turning my beautiful romance moment into a caveman thing.”
He snorts. “Show me the back lot of The Fast and the Furious, and then I’ll lose my mind.”
I stop bouncing long enough to look at him. “How did you know I’d love this?”
He rolls his eyes. “It’s New York City. The tourist trap to end all tourist traps. Every Valentine’s Day, it lights up with a big, gushy heart that translates to, Ladies, drag your men here. Make them suffer.”
I gasp. “I will forgive you for that sentence if you take me to the top.” I pause, then groan. “Dammit. I should’ve brought a sleeping bag.”
“They close at night,” he says flatly. “Thank God.”
I start heading for the door. “Are we absolutely sure overnight stays aren’t allowed?” I ask. “Because that feels… negotiable.”
“Oh, Harrison.”
An attractive woman waves.
Who’s she?
She rushes over and throws her arms around him. “I got your message, and I am sooo glad you called.” She hugs him again. Longer this time.
I lean in, murmuring near his ear. “She’s sooo glad you called.”
“I got that,” he says, peeling her off him like a dryer sheet.
