A part of him - the lawyer part - was screaming for a restraining order. The rest of him was screaming that they'd have to explain why. "No," he said. "Next time we should get a concierge building and put him on the do not enter list." He was fairly sure the glittering high rises downtown could accommadate that. And both of their commutes would be faster that way. Maybe they should just go ahead and move now.

He did hate, though, that he was thirty and still running away from his father.

"You're the expert," he said, as he leaned back. "But...I think you need to see a doctor. Just to make sure."