Change in Harmony (A Silver Script Novel Book 4) by Jaclyn Weist Page A

the joy of video games. They’re perfect time wasters.” Nate stood and made his way to the train door so he could climb out.
    “So you play that on the train every day?” Allison followed the crowd out of the subway and Nate hurried to catch up.
    “Not every day. I try to get work done when I can.” Nate readjusted the collar on his coat to keep the cold off his neck. The temperature had dropped in the hour they’d been on the subway. “I think it’s a good idea you decided to do this first.”
    Allison smiled and headed for the park. “I just hope we have time to see everything before we get snowed on.”
    They made their way through the park until they came to the ruins of an old cottage. The land lay barren around it, adding to the feeling of the place. Nate stared at the bricks as a picture of what it once was came to mind.
    “The Irish fled their country during the famine and came here, nearly doubling New York’s population. And we treated them terribly.” Allison stood there with her arms folded tightly. “I can’t even imagine what it must have been like.”
    “Most people fled here for one reason or another.” Nate caught the glare on Allison’s face. “Sorry. I’m not saying that they don’t deserve to be remembered. It’s a tragedy. And this memorial is a good reminder. I just . . .” Nate trailed off, knowing that anything else he said would make him sound like a complete jerk.
    Allison looked up at him. “You just what? Want to know why no one else has memorials?”
    Nate shrugged. “Pretty much.”
    “They do. But they’re not who you’re concentrating on, remember?” Allison gestured toward the cottage. “Did you know those stones were imported from each of Ireland’s counties? That’s a huge deal.”
    “You’re right.” Nate walked along the path, studying the cottage. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
    “You’re welcome. Let’s head to the next place.” Allison walked toward the street.
    Nate glanced back at the memorial, knowing that it needed to be part of the commercial somehow. He couldn’t wait to see the next part of the tour.
     

     
    Nate watched as Allison spoke with one of the tour guides at the Battery Park fort left over from the War of 1812. He closed his eyes, imagining the millions of immigrants who had come through the area when they’d entered the country.
    Allison walked over, her eyebrows scrunched together. “They say there’s nothing left of it. I wish you could have used this place in your commercial. It’s so fascinating.”
    “We can make it work.” Nate turned and left the park. They’d visited a few more memorials before ending on this one, and by that time, it was dark, and Nate was starving. “Ready for some dinner?”
    “Yes, and I know a great place to go. Come on.” Allison pulled him toward a building nestled among the large buildings surrounding it. Celtic music blasted as they opened the door. Allison took Nate by the hand and led him through the crowd, having no idea what her touch was doing to him.
    They sat at a small table near the corner and had to shout over the noise to order their food. Nate looked around at the decor, and while the other restaurants had been full of Irish memorabilia, this one was covered in wall to wall flags, prints, and knickknacks. A live band sat in the corner, playing while the customers danced in the center of the room.
    “How is it that you know where so many bars are in the city?” Nate raised an eyebrow.
    “I applied to work at this one, but they decide my soul wasn’t Celtic enough. It doesn’t keep me from coming back, though. The food is to die for.” Allison watched the dancers, her face softening as she followed the movement.
    “They missed out.” Nate smiled at her blush. “I’m serious. Your voice is beautiful. But I think they’re right. You belong at Eddie’s bar.”
    “Thank you. I’m actually relieved to be working there. It’s so much closer to home, and