“ROLLER COASTERS AREN'T my thing.” We were all hanging out in the theater lobby, waiting for Keiran to show up. He had some conference call with a client. I couldn’t help but shake my head since it was still hard to image Keiran in corporate America. I’d always thought he’d go pro, and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t heavily considered it. However, when it got down to talking about it, he was less than interested.
“How can it not be your thing?” my fiancé questioned, stealing back my attention.
“Because I’ve never ridden one. That’s how.”
His eyes narrowed and his lips curled with derision. “I can’t believe I was going to marry you.”