The woman before Darrell didn’t exactly match her profile. She’d said she was five-nine. She was more like four-nine. Darrell thought maybe that was a typo in the dating app where they’d connected. A woman’s height had nothing to do with her kindness.
Janet had mentioned that her body was athletic, but she was more on the curvy side. Which Darrell didn’t mind at all. He liked his women with a bit of extra skin. He also liked them thin. He’d never found that the numbers on a scale or a measuring tape made any difference to a woman’s intelligence.
Janet had said she was blonde, but her brown roots were showing. That was fine, too. Hair color had nothing to do with a person’s loyalty.
Kindness, intelligence, and loyalty; that’s all that mattered to Darrell. After a night of filling out sur
