Cinderella's Lucky Ticket. Melissa James

jerked out from under his mesmerizing touch. “N-no. No! You’re wrong. Self-discipline and hard work is the key to true happiness, fulfillment and career achievement!”

      “Fulfillment and career achievement. You sound like a parrot,” he muttered in disgust. “Who taught you that rubbish?”

      She frowned and looked away. “I can think for myself,” she said quietly. “And even if it were from my parents or fiancé, it’s not your place to call it rubbish. I don’t belittle your family or beliefs.”

      “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He threw up his hands. “And I know the basic premise of what you said is right. There are millions of wonderful people who spend their lives caring for others or to make medical or scientific breakthroughs, and that’s great. But they want to do that. If they choose it—if it gives them pleasure, and helps others—well, good for them. But if you fulfill your harmless dreams for a few days, and make yourself happy—why deny yourself of that? What good does that do for you, your family or the world?”

      She almost grabbed the tree for balance as the world rocked beneath her. Was—was Ben right? Hugh and her parents were happy, doing what they wanted with their lives—but was she? “But they’re noble, and I’m so banal.” Her head drooped in shame. “Hugh and my father want to save future generations from deadly diseases…my mother wants to educate people, and my dreams are to water-ski and swim with dolphins!”

      “Hey, nice call. I’d love to try it—and it’s doable. We’ll hire the gear and a driver, and take a day trip out to South Stradbroke Island.” He smiled at her. “Think of it, Lucy. Serene warm ocean, the sensation of flying through the air and water at once. Swimming with the loveliest of God’s creatures.”

      Stamping her foot in frustration, she whacked the pavement. “Ow! No, you don’t understand! Hugh wants to change the DNA strand that causes Down’s syndrome or spina bifida, and all I want to do is kiss a dark stranger on a crowded dance floor!”

      Ben shrugged. “Why not? I’m sure the stranger won’t object, especially if you got that curvy body into a little black dress and let your hair down, showing off your gorgeous face.”