“I like a man who can open up,” she said.
“I’m not opening up. I’m trying to—”
And then they heard it, the whir of a siren, after which he looked through his rear-view mirror and she out the back window to see a brown and white State Patrol vehicle following them dangerously close, its windshield reflecting the sun like knives and its red and blue lights flashing, telling them to pull over.
“It’s just not my f*****g day,” he marveled, still looking in the mirror, even as Tess placed a hand on his leg—close to his crotch, he noticed—and said: “But it could be, Coup. It still could be.” —before her eyes expanded like saucers and she shrieked, shouting, “Look out!”
And he looked ahead in time to see a brown blur, a large mouse, he thought, or a kitten, which had been scurrying across the
