“
Well, good. I figured you were, but…” He turned down our street and glanced at me. “Wait, there’s another guy, isn’t there?” He grinned.
“Ugh, Dad. I’m not talking boys with you.”
“What’s his name?”
I feigned a scowl.
“Does he go to Sutton?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Where’d you meet?”
A smile cracked.
We pulled into the driveway.
“What’s he do?”
I sighed then rattled off his answers. “Cade. He’s a therapy dog handler who volunteers at the hospital where I did my internship, and he works at the university rec center.”
Dad let out a low, long whistle. “I approve.”
I rolled my eyes again. “If you tell Mom, I’ll deny everything and tell her I’ve started dating girls.”
“Your life choices don’t change how I feel about you, though your mom may be slow to come around.”
“I’m not a lesbian, Dad.”
“I’d love you even if you were.”
“Dad.” I covered my face with my hands. “This conversation is so over.”
He chuckled. “C’mon, short stack. Later, you can show me a picture of this young man or special lady in your life, that’s your choice.”
I groaned. “That was meant to deter this conversation.”
With another laugh, he hopped out, grabbed my suitcase from the back and unlocked the front door.
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