“Or what? Will they throw me in the dungeons?”
“If you get arrested, I am not coming to visit you.”
I laugh as our turn ends and we end up in a gift shop filled with trinkets from the tower. “I see where I stand.”
“Poor you.”
We head into the now dull gray afternoon and wander the grounds. It’s the perfect way to spend the day. Clouds start to move in, threatening rain.
“You know what could be a good way to pass the time?” I ask.
“What’s that?”
“Maybe we could go climb the bridge? If you’re okay with it.”
Liv glances at her watch. “It closes soon.”
Linking my hand with hers, I lead us to the exit. “Let’s see if we can do it, okay?”
She smiles back at me. “Lead the way.”
Chapter Sixteen
OLIVIA
By the time we make it to the Tower Bridge, a light rain patters down around us. The roads are slick as cars whiz by.
People are hurrying into pubs to wait out the weather.
“Wait here.”
Tag hurries towards the ticket booth as I stand under an awning to try and stay dry. The skies are darkening fast as the rain picks up. A river cruise sails under the bridge with very few people on the open deck. I breathe in the cold air, letting it fill my lungs. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I half expect it to be from Imogen or Sienna, inviting me out tonight, but it’s not.
Dad
Your mother said that you are still working for the hockey team. If you would like me to enquire about more suitable positions for you in the city, please email my secretary and she will work on this
Of course.
There should be no point in getting worked up over a text, but it’s hard not to. I haven’t spoken to either of my parents since the day in the park, but what I do get is another reminder that I am not living up to the Montrose name.
All they want is for their daughter to have a suitable job and a man they deem appropriate.
“You ready?”
“What?” I spin, stuffing my phone into my coat pocket.
“Let’s go.” Tag holds the door open for me, waving two tickets in hand.
“Isn’t it closing?” I ask, following him inside.
The sexy man in front of me beams back at me. “I paid him off. We get it for another two hours.”
“Really?”
He nods. “No one is here because of the weather, so really, they’re making money off us.”
Linking his hand with mine, Tag pulls me toward the exhibit entrance. Wide, chocolate-brown stairs disappear up through the maze of the tower. On the first landing, there’s the history of the bridge and its construction.
