Page 76 of Wish I Might
He rolled his eyes.“You don’t really believe that, do you?”
“Don’t you remember when you told your mother you couldn’t come home for the weekend because you had the flu?”
He jabbed a finger at her.“I didn’t drop you, I slipped.The floor was slippery.”
“It was slippery because you didn’t make sure the shower curtain was closed.You sprained your ankle, I needed six stiches, and we had to pay for the damages from you ripping the towel bar out of the wall.”
He scowled.“That thing was not sturdy at all.”
“The point is, you don’t tempt fate,” she finished triumphantly.“Which I wouldn’t have to do anyway, because it’s my day off.”
“Then what the hell are you arguing with me for?”
She shrugged.“It’s fun?”
“You’re such a pain in the ass.”
She grinned.“Hey, Nash?”
“No.”
She blinked.“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”
“You want me to go to Cedar Point with you,” he said and shook his head.“Well, forget it.I don’t do roller coasters, and I want to go to the museum.”
“I’ll go with you to the museum if come to Cedar Point with me,” she wheedled.
His eyes narrowed in suspicion.“Why?”
“Why not?I’ve been to museums with you before.”
“And I had to drag you to every single one,” he reminded her, eyes still narrowed.“You hate museums.”
“I do not hate them,” she protested.“I just don’t see why you have to look at every tiny little thing in every single exhibit.”
“Because I do,” he said stubbornly.
“Fine.I’ll watch you look at every little thing in the carousel museum—”
“Merry-Go-Round,” he corrected.
“—if you come to Cedar Point with me.And I won’t complain or try to drag you out of there early or annoy you if I get bored.”
“Is that even possible?”he wondered.
“They probably have a gift shop or a café.I’ll go there.”
“Why do you want me to go to Cedar Point with you?”He looked genuinely baffled.“I can’t go on any of the rides.”
“Because it won’t be any fun alone.Please, Nash?”
He stared at her for a moment, and she thought he was going to say no.Then he held up a finger.“We go to the museum first.”
She nodded so fast she almost got dizzy.“Absolutely.”
“And I get to look at everything,” he continued.“You don’t try to rush me, or nag me to go faster, or sigh really loud so I know you’re annoyed.”
“Cross my heart,” she swore, swiping her finger in an X over her chest.
