He’s the perfect father and husband as far as the rest of the city is concerned.” “I don’t know,” she muses. “I’ve always thought he was kind of sleazy-seeming.” I smirk. “Oh, have you?” “It’s the eyes,” she says seriously. “You can always tell.” “We have the same eyes,” I remind her. She turns her head, her lips curling and her expression warm as she says, “No, you really don’t.”
