I keep a platonic hand on her head. “She’s comfortable here,” I tell Tony. “She’d be more comfortable with me.” He starts to fucking smile. I’m gonna kill him. “We’re not testing that.” “Afraid she’d like me more than your brother?” He tries to shove forward, but Farrow stops him with another hand-to-chest. “I’m so sick of listening to your shit,” Farrow sneers. “Back the fuck off.”
