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hotel.
    I’d done worse, but I didn’t want to answer him just yet. 
    “It’s funny you mention that actually,” he said, ignoring the
straw and drinking his lemonade from the glass. “A few weeks ago, I went out
with a girl who was looking for the man God intended for her.”
    “But it wasn’t you?” I asked with a crooked smile before taking
a bite of my wrap.
    “She wanted to wait for marriage.” He set his glass down. “I
actually felt kind of bad for her when she told me she was having a hard time
lining up second dates.”
    I swallowed. “I went out with the perfect guy for her last week.
He was born again. Thought between him and Jesus, they might be able to save
me.”
    “I think you seem fine the way you are.”
    “This wrap is delicious,” I said, setting it down for a second.
    “I’m glad you like it.”
    I wanted to ask Brad what he thought about the revolutionary
speed dating app. I wanted to know if he thought the technology was dangerous. I
mean, what if Fiona was right? What if young people today are so programmed for
instant gratification that they don’t actually have the patience to let a relationship
develop naturally?
    For example, Brad seemed like a nice guy- despite the fact that
he was too pretty for me in real life- but even if I wanted to build something
with him, how could I when I knew that as soon as we went our separate ways, he
was just going to start swiping again?
    Why would I even try to compete when I knew the universe was
going to match him up with new women who- if only for the reason that he hadn’t
met them yet- were more exotic than I was?
    Like what’s the point of trying to build anything with anybody when
technology is perfectly positioned to tear it down?
    But in the end, I didn’t give a shit what Brad thought in his big
head. I only cared what he could do with his little one.
     

Chapter 8: Aiden
     
     
    I pushed open the glass doors and smiled at the receptionist.
“Hi Amy.”
    “Aiden, what a lovely surprise.” Amy walked around her desk and
gave me a big hug.
    “I hope my Dad feels the same.”
    “I’m sure he will. How have you been?”
    “Good.”
    “I heard you’re doing physical therapy now.”
    “Yeah, I’m hoping to open my own place soon.”
    “That would be wonderful. Maybe I could send my husband your
way. His knee still isn’t right after that spill he took skiing last year.”
    “I would be happy to take a look at it.”
    “That would be great. He might actually accept some help if it
came from you. You’d think he’d been tortured by doctors his whole life the way
he acts about going to get a second opinion.”
    I reached in my pocket and pulled out my card. “Tell him to call
me anytime. I’ll even come to the house to take a look. He shouldn’t still be
in pain.”
    “Thanks, Aiden,” she said, taking the card. “Sounds good.” She
walked back around the desk and lifted the phone. “John, your son is here to
see you… Milk and sugar?... No problem.” She hung up the phone and gestured
towards my Dad’s office. “Go ahead and let yourself in. Can I get you anything
to drink?”
    “No, I’m fine, thanks. I’ve got a bottle of water with me.”
    I knocked once and pushed my Dad’s office door open. The view
behind his desk looked out over the lake which sparkled so brightly in the sunshine
it made me wish I hadn’t left my sunglasses in the car.
    “Hey, Dad.”
    “Aiden,” he said, standing up. “How nice of you to stop by.”
    I walked over and gave him a hug. “Chelsea’s at a casting call
nearby so I figured I’d come say hi.”
    “I’m so glad you did,” he said, gesturing for me to sit down.
    As I headed back to the chair in front of his desk, I checked
the clock. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome. He’d never cared much for
interruptions.
    “I’ve been meaning to call you with some big news.”
    “Oh really?” I asked. “What’s up?”
    He sat down and leaned back in his chair.