CHAPTER Forty-Three
Gracie
“Ryland, put me down right now,” I squealed and giggled at the same time.
“Nope!” he said, swatting my ass.
I made the mistake of complaining about my feet being sore from all the walking today, so what did he do He grabbed me, tossed me over his shoulder, and now we were walking down the streets of New York like this. At least we were heading back to the hotel.
“Ryland, people are staring,” I said, hitting his back.
I could feel people watching us. Some people were laughing and smiling while others were looking at us, thinking, ‘what the fuck!’ I could feel the heat on both my face and neck.
“I don’t care,” he chuckled, swatting my thigh this time, “We will be at the hotel in a minute anyway,” he added.