“I’ve already seen it.”
I don’t need to see another thing to know that Liv is my favorite thing here. Hell, my favorite part about being in London.
“Stop it. C’mon.” She waves me toward her and steers us into a line.
“What’s the line for?”
“The Crown Jewels.”
Once again, Liv dives into the sordid history surrounding them and where they came from.
“How is it you know so much about everything?”
The line shuffles forward and we move with them.
“I paid attention in school.”
“Of course you did. Let me guess—you were always front and center answering all of the teacher’s questions.”
“No. I sat up front, but I did not like being called on.” Liv shakes her head. “Let me guess. You were the class clown?”
“I wasn’t the class clown, but the guys I usually sat with were. Means I had to study extra hard to get passing grades to stay on the hockey team.”
“I always liked studying. If I didn’t go into business, I think I would have made a good university professor.”
We enter the building and I can see more queues of people quietly wrapped around inside.
“I don’t know if I would have been a good student if I were in your class.”
“Why’s that?” Liv asks, crossing her arms. Almost like she’s preparing herself for the answer that’s coming.
“It’d be too hard to learn with a teacher so sexy.”
“I knew you’d say that.”
I lean down and press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Glad I’m predictable.”
Liv continues to shower me with facts about the immense place we’re visiting as we weave our way through the lines—both the good and the not so favorable. I could listen to her talk all day about anything and everything.
When did I become so taken with her?
“Oh, look. We’re here!”
The excitement oozes from her as we step onto the moving walkway in the dark room. Overhead lights illuminate a row of glass display cases.
Crowns with deep purple velvet.
Scepters encrusted with diamonds.
Necklaces with gleaming sapphires.
Rings with sparkling rubies.
“Aren’t they gorgeous?”
I drop my chin to her shoulder as we pass by. “Are you hinting that you want me to steal these for you?”
“Tag!” She elbows me in the stomach. “Don’t joke about that.”
