Your Dad's Perfect
She laughs, almost like she’s humoring a joke.
“No, Cleo. I’m serious. As of this morning, I’m officially no longer single.”
Her laughter stops cold. “You? Zade—serial bachelor, allergic to commitment?” She crosses her arms again, giving me a long, searching look. “So, who is she?”
“Izzy. Grayson’s sister. You might know her as Gabby or Candy,” I say, letting it land.
The laughter returns, this time louder. “You’ve got to be kidding. That little girl? She barely knows how to handle a stiff drink, let alone a serious relationship.” She laughs harder, looking at me like I’ve just grown a second head.