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Well, to hell with it. It was time to set some goals. That’s what people did on New Year’s Day, right?
Jake nabbed his notebook, automatically realigned the envelopes that had slid slightly outside of the hard cover, and turned to a fresh, clean page. He wrote GOALS at the top and a set of numbers to the side, one all the way to ten. He stared at the page for a moment then in the first spot wrote down, crisp and clear…
- Learn to be more spontaneous.
What the fuck?
He all but glared at the journal. That was not what he wanted to write. That wasn’t what he’d been thinking about at all, and he pressed his hands to his temples, begging for the pounding to die down.
Tansy’s fault. It was the word she’d used the night before, and it had bounced in his head most of the night.
He examined the notebook page with disgust. Everyone had their quirks, and he was honest enough to admit this was one of his. Either he crossed it out and left a visible mark of his mistake, or he ripped out the page, neither of which solutions sat well.
He decided to leave the damn sentence for now and let it annoy him.
Someone knocked on the door. Jake was already on his feet even as he checked the time. New Year’s Day and they had a visitor?
Oh shit. What if it was Danielle, their contact in youth services? What if somebody needed their help?
He hurried forward and jerked the door open, staring in shock at a wildly grinning Tansy. She held a plastic container toward him, jamming it into his hands.
“What’s this?” he demanded.
“Welcome to High Water brownies,” she announced happily, slipping past him and hauling a rolling suitcase after her.
She closed the door then turned back, tugging the container from his fingers. “Thanks. Those are for me.”
“You said they were welcome brownies,” he repeated.
She nodded eagerly. “They are. You don’t know how to bake, and I wanted brownies. Since I’m living here now, they’re welcome home, Tansy brownies.”
She twirled and headed farther into the house.
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