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“How did you do it?” At his look I clarify, “The distraction.”
“Oh. My friend set off some firecrackers.”
Ah. So that’s what the popping sound was.
He bumps his shoulder into mine. “I promise we’re going to have the best time. You won’t even want to go home when I’m done with you.”
“Okay.”
“That’s the spirit. Now, my Spidey-senses are telling me that we need to get the hell out of Manhattan. How do you feel about Staten Island?”
That’s Kieran Van der Zee’s territory. I’ve only met him a handful of times, but he doesn’t strike me as the type to rat me out for showing up in his territory.
I nod. “Staten Island is perfect.”
“Want to take a ferry? It’s free and quicker than a cab.”
“I’ve never been on a ferry before.”
“Let me guess. It’s all super yachts and cruise ships, right?”
“No cruise ships, but I’ve been on a yacht or two.”
“I knew it.” His smile softens. “I really am glad you’re doing this. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since that night that we met.”
“I’m flattered. Usually no one notices me.”
“I noticed, babe.”
The man next to me leans his head on my shoulder, snoring loudly. Flynn and I both laugh, startling the man.
“Pardon me.”
“You’re fine, sir.”
He sits a bit straighter. “Getting old is the darndest thing. Any time I sit, I fall asleep. I used to go days without sleeping.”
“My grandmother says the same thing.”
He eyes me. “You look familiar. Have we met before?”
My pulse kicks up a notch, but my voice is even. “No, sir. And I’m sure I’d remember someone as dapper as you.”
There’s a chance he’s seen my face in the media or, worse, he actually knows Grandmama.
Flynn says, “We just moved here from Texas.”
“Texas, eh? Never been there. What’s it like?”
“It’s big,” I say with a smile.
I’m saved from speaking to him as the train comes to a stop.
Flynn says, “This is us.”
I follow him from the train and up an escalator that takes us outside. Part of me expects to see Odin or his men, but there isn’t anyone that stands out. Exhaling, I follow Flynn down the sidewalk. We walk until my feet ache and finally come to a stop at the Whitehall Ferry Terminal. The building is pretty, but the inside is fairly plain. It’s the view outside that has me moving toward a window. The ferry is docking and is filled with people who are likely heading into the city for work.
“Wow,” I say. “It’s massive.”
