don’t even know if I want to work at a gallery,” I admit. “I don’t know what I want to do at all. That’s part of the problem. Before, I had the diner, and now I know I can do anything, and that’s . . .” “Kind of freaking you out?” “Possibly.” “You have a rich boyfriend who wants you to move in. You don’t have to do anything right away.” I groan. “I can’t feel like I’m taking advantage of him, Laura! It’s not like we’re married, although . . .”
