It’s just you and me, old chap. And then it wasn’t. Not anymore, not entirely. Farrow Redford Keene came into vivid focus. With a picturesque know-it-all smile, unflappable confidence, and cascade of pirate tattoos. He’d comb a hand through his dyed platinum hair, roll his eyes, wear a teasing grin, and send my best friend into a fit of agitation. Agitation that roused attraction.
