“So, why him, Joey? Why not any other guy?” I lean forward, squaring up to him as he goes on giving me that infamous Dante Moretti glare. “Like you two have ever let me be around other guys?” I yell. “Wherever I go, whoever I meet, as soon as they hear my last name, guys shrivel up and back off faster than I can blink. You think it’s easy being me, Dante?” “What about Toby?” I shake my head. “I don’t like Toby that way.”
