A Glimpse of Fire. Debbi Rawlins

and settling for the same scraps their father had.

      He caught a glimpse of Central Park a couple of blocks away, along with the lineup of carriages and horses with their colorful hats. “I have an idea. How about a carriage ride?”

      “Are you serious?” She laughed softly. “Only tourists do that.”

      “Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t we just eat in a touristy restaurant?”

      “Touché.”

      “Come on. Let’s pick out a horse.”

      She made a face. “We don’t have much time before it gets dark.”

      He smiled, his body thrumming with anticipation. “Sometimes interesting things happen in the dark.”