“Wow.” I take a deep breath and exhale. “So, wait, Roy’s okay with you guys being together? I can’t believe this! Your father? Roy Van Gatt? The man who’s firmly against boys and sees them as a useless distraction? He’s okay with you being with a forty-year-old heartbreaker?”
This entire thing is making me tired….and I don’t know if white hot anger that faded into reluctant acceptance constitutes as her father being “okay” with his best friend wanting to bone is only daughter who is a solid 23 years his junior.
