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“Um…” It’s doubtful they’d want to celebrate the best sex of my life, but if not that, I’m at a loss.

Theodora frowns while Angela shakes her head and tsk-tsks.

“You seriously don’t know?” Theodora peers at me with Bruce’s blue eyes.

I shake my head.

“What today is?” Angela says pointedly.

When I shrug, Theodora finally takes pity on me. “It’s Bruce’s birthday.”

CHAPTER 27

BRUCE

Just as I finish my Zoom call with my CTO about a breakthrough on the crypto, my dad walks in.

“Am I interrupting?” he asks.

I do have some emails to answer, but I wave for him to come in, in part because I don’t spend that much quality time with my folks anymore, but also, it’s a chance for me to disprove Lilly’s workaholism accusations.

“Are you working on your birthday?” Dad asks.

“Are you going to call me a workaholic?” I retort.

Dad smiles. “I’m going to say I’m proud of your work ethic.”

Yeah, and since I learned it from him, what else is he supposed to say?

“So…” Dad sits down. “Your girlfriend is nice.”

I should’ve told him about the emails after all. “Are you designating Lilly as my girlfriend, or are we talking about someone else?”

Dad’s smile widens to Joker levels. “Lilly.”

“Did you ask her if she’s okay with the girlfriend moniker?” Even if she considered it this morning, she’s bound to dismiss the idea as insane after that baby conversation with Mom.

Reading something in my expression, Dad says, “Don’t be mad at your mother. After all… your Lilly is awfully small.”

My Lilly. I do like the sound of that.

A lot.

But her perky body is not too small. It’s pure perfection—and is henceforth my type, even though I always thought I didn’t have a type. Not that I plan to tell any of this to my father. It was bad enough sitting through his version of “the birds and the bees” when I was five, and him laughing when I asked what I still think was a reasonable question: “Does it hurt?”

I mean, it hurts most women the first time, so?—

“You’re the opposite of small,” Dad continues. “So I hope things can work for you two in that department.”

“What are you, twelve?” I demand. What I don’t plan to tell him is that things did work out, better than I could’ve ever imagined. It was mind-blowing. The best I?—

“I’m sorry,” Dad says with visible contrition. “Oh, and in my defense, I should mention I didn’t come here to discuss your love life.”

“No?” I don’t even bother correcting the “love life” bit.

“The female members of the family are scheming about a party.”

I grit my teeth. “Birthday?”

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