Her jaw dropped. “I’m cranky?”
“Sure you are. Because you’re working all the time and you don’t remember how to go out and have fun.”
She wanted to kick him right in the balls. “I know how to have fun. I have fun all the time.”
He led her up the stairs. “Yeah? What was the last fun thing you did?”
“I . . .” She stopped and thought. “I shopped for fabric.”
He shook his head. “That’s work-related. Something not related to your job. When was the last time you went to a club, or a movie, or to a friend’s party? Or went out on a date.”
She opened her mouth to give him an answer, then realized one didn’t immediately come to mind. Okay, so she had been focusing a lot on work. But that was by choice, and sacrifices had to be made when the prize was her own fashion line. “I can’t remember.”
“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought. And that’s why you’re cranky. You probably haven’t gotten laid in at least a year.”
She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with him. Besides, it was more like a year and a half, but she was not admitting that, especially not to Drew, the hot stud who probably got laid four times a week. “That’s so not true.”
He gave her a wry grin that spoke volumes about how he didn’t believe her.
Damn him.
She thought they were going to stop at a bistro for some coffee and conversation, so when he took her to the ice rink, she stopped and tugged her hand from his.
“Oh, I don’t think so.”
“Why not? It’ll be fun.”
“Yeah, for you. You skate for a living. I haven’t skated in a very long time.”
“Come on. It’s like riding a bike. You never forget how.”
“Wanna bet?”
“You’re chicken.”
“I’m also not twelve. That ploy isn’t going to work on me, Drew.”
“Fine. You hang here. I’ll skate.”
Oh, sure. And he’d be mobbed by all the attractive women currently skating on the rink, and it would be college all over again.
No way.
“Okay, I’ll do this. But no laughing when I fall on my ass.”
“I don’t intend to let you fall on your ass.”
She followed him inside and they rented skates. The teenager working the counter recognized Drew immediately.
“You’re Drew Hogan from the Travelers.”
Drew gave the kid a wide smile. “I am.” Drew looked at the kid’s name tag. “And you’re Justin.”
Justin grinned. “So cool. And you’re going to skate here?”
“I am.” Drew paid and Justin reverently handed over the skates to Drew like they were a prized trophy.
Carolina rolled her eyes.
They headed to a locker and she took off her boots, grateful that she’d worn jeans today. Maybe they’d cushion her fall.
The walk on the carpeted area seemed easy enough, but she hadn’t been lying to Drew when she’d told him it had been a really long time since she’d skated.