“Can you imagine? ‘Dad, I know my last boyfriend was chief of surgery, but here’s this guy who can build me a deer stand.’” They both laughed. “He could be really nice,” I said, a little too defensively. Jessica lowered the corner of her issue of Vogue. “You think your dad cares one ounce if he’s nice?” She scoffed. “Remember that lawyer I set you up with at Marcus’s firm? Adrian? Right before Neil? He was nice. Your dad acted like you brought a registered sex offender to brunch. He gave you so much crap, you never saw him again. And Adrian was a lawyer, not a guy with a GED, tattoos, and wood
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