Next!

I'M NOT DESPERATE, okay?

(Yes. You are.)

I only want to explore my options.

(And those options just happen to be the top sports rich men play?)

Yes!

(Again: desperate.)

Summerine decided it was time to put Inner Troll back where it belonged and start practicing her swing.

Thank heavens for Billie.

The younger girl had been completely supportive when Summerine awkwardly asked for her help in keeping her plans a secret. I want to surprise my husband by learning how to play his favorite sports.

All it had taken was one quick call, and Summerine soon found herself visiting a driving range for the first time, and with her own bag of expensive golf clubs to boot.

Billie gave her an encouraging smile. "You can do it."

Summerine randomly selected a club from the bag—-

"Uh, not that."

"No, not that either."

"Um—-"

Billie took Summerine's third choice out of her hand and replaced it with... whoa.

Summerine nearly dropped the club in her surprise.

Who knew golf clubs could be this heavy?

Billie stepped back and gave her a thumbs-up. "Jia you!"

Summerine wrapped her fingers experimentally around the club to test her grip.

Club. Ball. Swing.

It should be easy.

Right?

She took a deep breath. Rotated her shoulders the way other golfers did. And then she drew her club back—-

Wrong!

Summerine whirled around in dismay the moment she heard a man yell in pain behind her and Billie hurriedly calling the staff for help.

Oh...dear.

Golf might not be for her, but...

SUMMERINE JOINED THE queue for the beginner's slope in the indoor ski park. Everyone else in line was about half her height, but that was totally fine. It was all about finishing well and not where one started.

Her heart started pounding as she watched one kid after another disappear from view. A part of her was just waiting for someone to shout for help (and give her an excuse to back out), but all she heard was the line attendant shouting, ""

I can do this.

(No. You can't.)

Can't you be supportive for once?

(You're about to break your own neck, and you want me to support that?)

I'm not going to break my neck!

(You're afraid of heights.)

I can get past that!

(You're afraid of speed.)

I can get past that, too!

(And now you want to face both in one go?)

Watch me.

Summerine's turn finally came up.

(Just cross this one out and move on to the next sport.)

She stared down at the manmade slope before her.

"Are you going or not?" the line attendant asked impatiently.

Summerine took a deep breath...and stepped back.

Skiing

Sailing

Horseback riding

Polo

Scuba diving

Racecar driving

Skydiving

A week had already passed, and with Ryu having already called ahead to let her know that he was flying back the next day, there was only one thing left to do.