Page 66 of Just Let Go

“What? Who would say that?”

He shrugged.

“Oh, Ashley? Ashley Perkins doesn’t think I have fun, so you feel like you have to intervene?” She shook her head and switched her purse from one shoulder to the other. “She and I don’t exactly have the same idea of what fun is. Maybe work is fun for me. Maybe I like what I do so much that I can’t get enough of it.”

“Well, that’s not true.”

“How do you know?”

“Because skiing is fun, but some days it still feels like work. You have to have a break from that once in a while. Besides, from what I can tell, Q, you’re not much of a risk taker. What’s the most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?”

That was the second time he’d called her Q. It felt familiar. She was surprised how it endeared her to him. Still, she scoffed. “Just because I don’t purposely put myself in danger does not mean that I’ve never taken a risk. I bought this business, didn’t I?”

He squinted at her. “Betting you had the business plan all laid out before stepping into that one.”

Shoot.He was right. She’d crunched those numbers so many times—just to be sure she wouldn’t lose money. Barring natural disaster, there was nothing risky about buying Forget-Me-Not.

“This is ridiculous. I really don’t need some thrill-seeking Olympic athlete telling me my life is boring. Of course to you it seems boring, but this is normal life. I live a normal life. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

He shook his head. “Why would I want to be normal?”

She groaned and started for the door.

“Are you afraid to try something new?”

Yes. I am. Especially something that requires athletic ability, which I do not have.

“I try new things all the time.” Just last week the grocery store was out of cookie dough ice cream and she bought chunky monkey instead. Not bad, though cookie dough was still much preferred.

“Great, then meet us down here at six.” He poured some of the creamy white paint into a tray.

“In the morning?”

“Gotta get an early start.”

“That’s not going to work for me. I’m going to be up late again.”

“Hot date?”

She gave him a yeah-right look.

“I don’t know, that Danny guy seems pretty into you.”

She ignored his comment and opened the front door.

“If you don’t show up tomorrow, I’m going to know they’re right about you.”

She turned back. “What makes you think I care?” Oh, if only she didn’t...

“Just a hunch.”

“You’re going to bug me about this all day, aren’t you?”

He shrugged. Thanks to their annoying agreement, she was stuck with him today, whether she liked it or not.

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

He grinned. “You won’t regret it.”

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