“You’ve seen him with other girls, right? Did they make sense with him too?” Farrow arches his brows again. “No.” No is a good answer but not a completely satisfying one. I want a million words of explanation. “Why not?” “Because most of the girls I saw him with—they just wanted to get laid. You’ve seen him.” He jerks his head to the door. “He looks like a fun night. Not like someone you take home to Mom and Dad.” It’s hard for me to see only the surface of Donnelly.
