“Can’t you do the female thing?” I arch a brow. “The female thing?” He waves a hand. “You know, where you say the nice things and make her feel better even though she’s heartbroken and love’s a bitch?” “Oh, I . . . Why’s that a female thing?” He grunts. “You think I’m a good candidate for that job? I can’t even tell someone to have a good day without sounding like I secretly wish they’d die.”
