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“Are you shitting me?” I asked, trying hard not to laugh but failing. I looked up, and my dad was in the doorway, his eyebrows raised to ask if he could come in or not.
Well, shit, might as well do this milking thing.
I gestured for him to come in as I said, “Are you okay?”
Sophie said, “Yes. And don’t laugh yet—it gets better.”
“Impossible,” I said, and then my dad walked around to stand behind me and look at my computer.
Apparently my gesture to come in meant he was invited into my call.
“Sophie, this is my dad, by the way,” I said, and gestured over my shoulder with my thumb. “Dad, this is my friend Sophie.”
“Great to meet you, Sophie,” he said, so pathetically happy that I wanted to immediately disconnect the call.
“Nice to meet you, too,” she said, her cheeks getting a little pink as she smiled at him. “I can let you guys go—”
“Don’t you dare,” he interrupted, and I shook my head at Sophie as my dad said, “I heard your story when I walked by in the hall, and now I need to know how it ends.”
“Yeah. Lay it on us, Soph,” I said, giving her a this-was-your-idea smile.
“Cute.” She rolled her eyes and launched back into it. “I went to change the tire, because I knew his spare had extra lug nuts. Only the frame of his van is so rusted that every time I get it up on the jack, the framecrumblesand the van drops.”
“Sophie.” I leaned closer to the computer, no longer amused. “The van fell off the jack?”
“Multiple times, but don’t give me that dad look; I’m not an idiot. I wasn’tunderthe van while I was lifting it.”
I glanced back at my dad, and he looked incredibly smitten with my friend Sophie.
“So I had to have the vantowedbecause the tire couldn’t be changed, and now Larry is so mad he won’t talk to me.”
“Who’s Larry?” my dad asked.
“My roommate,” she said, which made him frown.
“Larry’s seventy-five,” I added, and the smile was back.
“He’s seventy-seven, for the record,” she said, smiling fondly. “But he tells everyone he’s sixty-seven. Shaves ten years off his birthday every time.”
“Where is your office building, Sophie?” my dad asked, leaning a little closer to the Mac monitor. “Is that Miracle Hills behind you?”
She tilted her head. “How did you know that?”
“We built half of those office buildings outside your window.”
“I work in the Nesbo building. It used to be—”
“DataFirst.” My dad lookedveryproud of himself when he said, “We built your building.”
“Shutup,” Sophie said with wide eyes, looking amazed. “Seriously?”
“Hundred percent. What floor is your office on?”
“Technically I have a supercube, not an office, but it’s on the east side of the building and I’m on six.” She held up her phone and did a slow turn so my dad could see the interior.
“Did they ever knock down the wall on the west side and make it bigger?”
“I don’t know—do you want to see?”
