When they all left, I asked Ginny if we could talk for a minute.
“I’m an asshole,” I said without attempting to pass off what happened the night before.
“Agreed.”
“I’m sorry I was so…asshole-ish. I get defensive when it comes to everything about Ada.”
“So I noticed,” she said, crossing her arms. “Why is that?”
I shrugged. “Because I already know the answers. She isn’t going to be my forever. I want her to be, but she doesn’t want that.”
“I still think you’re being short-sighted. I think she could be.”
I sucked in a breath. That seemed to be the theme of the day. Kapena’s wrong.
“She’s always said she wanted the kind of guy like her dad. Wealthy and generous and always around. She adores her father, and I’m happy she does, but I can’t be him.”
Ginny tilted her head, a chunk of purp
