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Clasping my hand in both of his, he says enthusiastically, “Oh, my dear, the pleasure is all mine. I honestly never thought this day would come. When Cole called me to tell me the news this afternoon, I was overjoyed. I’m so, so happy to meet you. Welcome to the family.” Okay, this is weird. This guy doesn’t seem at all like Callum made him out to be. I was expecting Genghis Khan, not Mr. Rogers. “Thank you. That’s very kind.” “I’m sorry to say that I haven’t heard anything about you, because my son would rather have his fingernails pulled off with pliers than discuss his personal life with his parents.” Visibly agitated, Callum warns, “Dad.” Konrad waves him off as if swatting away a fly. “Let’s sit, shall we, dear?” Still clasping my hand, he draws me down next to him on the sofa,
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