JJ stood on the sidewalk, looking at the car. “Red?”
“Inferno red, actually, and what’s wrong with that? It’s cheerful.”
“It’s the first color cops see on the road. Everyone knows that. You won’t be able to speed.”
I stroked the roof lovingly. “I won’t speed then. Jesus.”
He laughed. “Right…and I won’t jack off this week.”
Color rose in my cheeks; I felt the heat. “Yeah, well, I think it’s pretty.”
He laid an arm across my shoulder. “It is pretty. Want to take it for a spin?”
“You have to ask?”
This morning, we are on the road to Ohio. We stopped for a late breakfast at a truck stop. Everyone knows they have the best food.
I didn’t speed once.