“Would you let your daughter near me, if she was different than us?” I wince, but thankfully it’s dark and he misses it. I swallow subtly. “Different how?” “If she was good.” I glower, shifting toward him. “I’d wish she could find someone like you.” “Why?” he whispers. “Because, you’d love her. Hard, raw, probably a little too possessively, and definitely beyond anything a normal guy could.”
