Ticket To Love. Jen Safrey

      “Let me be the judge.”

      Acey considered, and into Harry’s mind floated answers he’d heard over candlelit dinner dates past. What do I like to do? a collective breathless female voice said in his memory. I like to ski in Aspen…

      “I like to play handball with Steph in the school-yard…”

      …I like to party all night at the hottest clubs…

      “…I like to sleep as late as possible and leave my pajamas on until it’s time to go to bed again…”

      …I like to jet off to Monte Carlo or Paris for the weekend…

      “…I used to like to have Sunday dinner at Ma’s once in a while, but I’d never admit that to her…”

      …What do you like? I bet I’d like it, too, baby…

      “…and I like to read and watch videos and just hang out. I’m boring as hell, when it comes right down to it.”

      “I don’t agree,” Harry said. “In fact, those are the most intriguing and unique answers I’ve ever heard.”

      “You must know a real bunch of airheads, then.”

      “You have no idea.” Harry took a long sip of soda. “Why do you think you’re boring? Is it that you’d rather be doing other things?”

      Acey regarded him with respect. “That’s pretty insightful. You’re saying if I was interested in my own life, then I would just expect it to interest you, too.” She paused. “I don’t dislike my life or what I do. It would just be nice to…enhance it once in a while. See places I’ve never been, and do things there I’ve never experienced.”

      “Ski in Aspen? Shop in Paris? Play baccarat in Monte Carlo?” Harry couldn’t help himself.

      “Not all the time. I would want beautiful exotic places to stay beautiful and exotic. But to know I could do that, once in a while, would be, well, it would just be nice,” she said. “Don’t you think?”