In the Eye of London

Paige

We dropped the rental car back at the hotel, and Tom stopped inside to get travel suggestions. When he popped out, he smiled at me.

“I was right that it’s a waste of time to drive in the city. We should take the Underground to Piccadilly Circus.”

I nodded.

“Unless.” He grinned impishly, and I leaned in. “You were serious about liking art. This hotel is a quick walk from the National Gallery, and the walk from there to Piccadilly Circus is a dream.”

“I’ll have you know I’m very serious.” I smiled. “But don’t think you can weasel out of the circus that easily.”

“I would never.” He put out his arm.

I stared at the bustling crowd. No way I was getting through there without someone touching me. But I’d faced McKenna. I’d slept in Tom’s bed. Hell, I’d listened to him tell me he loved me without having a complete and total meltdown. I could do this. I slipped my arm through his, and we walked off.

As we went, he began pointing to random buildings along our path and making up nonsense h