“Assholes,” I harrumph. “Who else is supposed to be looking out for us?” “Well, there’s God. But I think I pissed him off before I was born.” His statement tugs at my heart. “No, you didn’t, Tobias. Just remember, Job was a favorite, and He took everything from him, his riches, his family, everything he had before He plagued him with disease to prove a point to the devil. He put him through hell, so maybe it’s not so great to be God’s favorite.” “Well, in that case, maybe I am a favorite.” I run my nails along his legs. “You’re my favorite and the best man I’ve ever known.”
