My Best Friend's Father
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Gianna fake-gags as I laugh.
“Right, J’s making me smile.”
“See? She loves me, I love her—we love each other,” he boasts like a kid. I don’t know why they get so childish together.
“Do you love her more than your wife?”
“You’re jealous she loves me more than you!”
“She does not!”
“She so does.”
“You’re married—go home to your wife and leave her alone,” Gianna snaps.
“Why are you still mad I’m married?” he asks. When they met years ago, Gianna thought Jameis and I were a couple. She liked him so much she planned our wedding—until she learned he was married.