“I was going to tell you tomorrow, when I flew in. I had the whole thing planned out in my head—how I was going to explain Vegas, how I was going to surprise you with my move to LA.” My head dropped, and I stared at the carpet. “I knew you were going to be angry. I knew it was going to cause a fight.” I finally glanced up. “But I didn’t expect this.”
He sat in one of the chairs and crossed his legs. He was closer than before, but he still felt a mile away. “I don’t think you understand the relationship I have with your father. I’ve worked with him since the start of my career. He was one of my very first clients. We don’t have a personal relationship, meaning we don’t travel together, I don’t meet the women he dates, nor did I know much about you other than the few times he’s referred to
