"Really?" asked Arla with disbelief, looking across the pool to him. "Because you're the one who's all after me to play Parcheesi and shit with you." And ... he made her feel good. So the idea that he wasn't a feel good person was incongruous. One did not equal the other.
"I'm sure you have some deep, dark stuff in there... most people do." She squinted at him thoughtfully. "Stuff that's none of my business, stuff that you don't want to dig up." After all, she already knew about his wife and she had a feeling maybe there was stuff that was worse. Ugh. That would be no good.