Can one-man show her they're not all the same? I don't want her in my life. She's bold, infuriating and out of control. Her father wants me to babysit her. I don't have time for such nonsense but I owe him my career. My life. I'm forty years old, rich as hell, a bit of a control freak, and content with being single. She's twenty-two, a spoiled brat, and was practically left at the altar. She needs a therapist, not a man who could never give her what she's searching for. She doesn't need me. The problem is I just might need her.
