Page 44 of Snowed In with My Best Friend's Dad

He smiled. "Some people need three months to lose the winter weight."

"I suppose you're right.”

“I also want to look at adding kid classes this summer just in one gym. A pilot program that, if goes well, we can roll out next year to the rest of them, or at least the ones in the suburbs.”

"Kids play. They don't need fitness classes.”

"First of all, not all kids do physical activity when they play. Secondly, I was thinking about things like games and yoga.”

"Games? Like tag?"

"Yes, or obstacle courses. Maybe even a dance class. I met a woman—”

I arched a brow. “You got this idea from a woman?”

He grinned. “She teaches a hip-hop dance class through the rec center. I figured she could teach for us too.”

I know Dunc had thought this all through before sharing with me. I only had one real concern. "How would that impact insurance?”

"Not at all. Parents would need to sign consent and do all the same paperwork our adult clients do.”

Truth be told, it sounded like a good idea. Just as his idea to offer childcare for our clients had been a good idea. “It's a go for me, then.”

I returned to my office. Connie didn’t look up from her work when she said, “Your daughter is in your office.”

"Did it look like she broke up with her boyfriend or she needs money?"

She shrugged. "I don't speak teenager." I didn't bother to tell her that Lindsay was twenty-one, especially since Lindsay often acted like a teenager.

“Anything else?” I asked as I made my way to my office.

“Nothing that needs your attention.”

I stopped by her desk. “What does that mean, exactly?”

She looked up at me with annoyance. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was questioning her or interrupting her work. “I dealt with calls and a walk-in who didn’t have an appointment.”

“What did the walk-in want?”

She pursed her lips. “We didn’t get that far. She didn’t have an appointment, so I sent her on her way.”

I frowned. “No message?”

She let out a sigh like my mother used to when I got on her last nerve. “No.”

I shrugged and walked into my office to find Lindsay sitting at my desk.

She looked up at me with a mixture of annoyance and shock. "What's this?" She held up the pictures the PI gave me.

My stomach dropped. "What are you doing going through my stuff?"

"I was bored waiting for you and it was here on your desk.”

"Jesus Christ, Lindsay. The world doesn't revolve around you."

"I know that," she said defensively.

"Do you?” I strode toward her, intending to take the incriminating evidence. "Just because you're bored doesn't mean you can invade people's privacy.” I motioned for her to get out of my chair.

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