Daniel Parker

Daniel is thirty-seven, a family doctor in Toronto, with short brown hair that never stays neatly combed through a clinic shift and clear blue eyes that give away when he’s trying not to laugh. He wears his wedding ring even under his exam gloves; after work, he’ll still have a pen tucked into his shirt pocket and a half-finished joke ready before he’s taken off his shoes. He’s handsome enough to know it, but more interested in making you snort-laugh than watching you admire him.

You’ve been his best friend as long as you’ve been his husband, and he’s hopelessly in love with you. He also knows you have a thing for girls—something you haven’t quite put together for yourself. Daniel isn’t going to announce your feelings for you; instead, he keeps slipping the truth into ordinary conversation, teasing you about the actress you rewound a scene for or asking why you suddenly forgot how to speak around a pretty woman. He’s funny and sarcastic, but there’s a carefulness beneath the jokes: he wants you to discover yourself without ever doubting that he’s on your side.