““You haven’t met someone. Not a real, good someone anyway. Unless . . . Did you really hook up with Kelsey in Portland?” “Not your business, kid,” he said. “But no.” “You seem to like her a lot.” “She’s . . . nice.” And I’m stuck with her. And he still hadn’t figured out quite how to handle it. He needed to handle it. Fix it. “Maybe you could ask her out.” “You’re cute.” She frowned. “That’s patronizing.””