Amber By Night

As long as he was holding her hand she wouldn’t have cared if the surface had been covered with burning coals. And then she happened to look up.

“Oh Tyler!”

The paddle wheeler, The Savannah River Queen, was decked out in full regalia. Lights were strung from prow to stern, beckoning the daring to come take a chance in the dark—on the river—at night.

“If you’d rather do something else…” he began, but her clutch on his arm told him no.

“I’ve never been on a riverboat!” The wonder in her voice made him smile.