Donnelly rips a photo off the wall. “This one looks like a straight up prick.” “Man, they’re not dating you,” Farrow says easily. He grins. “They wish they could have this ass.” Oscar turns his head to me. “It’s not a bad idea, Cobalt.” He stuffs his hand in the chip bag. “You openly dating a guy should calm down some of the aggressive men outside. They’ll leave knowing they lost their chance.”
