The view from the passenger seat of Joey’s cab was great. And not just the exterior scenery, either, Kevin smiled to himself. Joey looked so right sitting there in the driver’s seat, his leather jacket over the back of his chair, the sleeves of his checked cotton shirt rolled up to the elbows. Kevin watched the sinews in Joey’s forearm flex whenever he had to shift gears.
“What?” Joey asked when they’d got underway; obviously he’d felt Kevin’s eyes on him.
“Nothing, Sir.”
“Don’t ‘nothing, Sir’ me,” Joey said, a note of annoyance in his voice.
At first Kevin recoiled, but then remembered he could always be honest with his sir, and didn’t have to fear the consequences.
“It’s silly.” Going on quickly, so as not to piss Joey off, Kevin said, “Well, Sir, you sitting there, it’s like you’
