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squeaked, his tone an octave higher suddenly, a protesting sound. “Hell, no!”
    “Davey couldn’t hurt me because he couldn’t find anything to hurt, Trevor,” she explained, searching her purse for the key to the car. “He could have used that searchlight in his hand, a GPS device, an iPad with Google maps and a bright, glowing red light on the hood of my clitoris and still missed the mark.”
    “Hey, what the hell does that mean?” Davey protested.
    “See?” she said, smiling, her face a fake grimace of sarcasm. Finding the key, she opened the car, leaned over, unlocked my side (no power locks?) and I climbed in.
    “Get some clothes on!” Davey shouted to me, impotently standing there, shining the searchlight right in my eyes just because he could. The shotgun in his other hand made me nervous but Darla didn’t seem to care. “I’m gonna tell your mama about this, Darla. It’ll be all over town in a few minutes.”
    She placed her right hand over her heart and mocked him. “Oh, my reputation is about to be ruint ! Absolutely ruint by Davey telling everyone in Peters that he caught me fucking a stranger on the Interstate.” The weird way she shifted her accent, like an overdone drawl meant to mock him, whooshed right over my head, but it meant something to her. And to Davey, who glared, beady-eyed and furious. She started the car, the pug-pug-pug of the engine’s rev a relief; it meant escape.
    “It will!” he screamed, red-faced and bulging-eyed.
    She put the car in reverse, backed up, and then pointed it toward the parking lot’s exit. “Davey Rockland, I’ll tell you what. You go spreading the truth around town. What you’re saying is true, and I don’t give a shit about the truth. It’s the lies I care about.”
    He stared back, dumbfounded.
    “So here’s a bit of truth I’m happy to share with the town.” She held up her pinkie finger, raised her eyebrows, and stared directly at his crotch.
    He blanched. “You wouldn’t.” His face was slack and defeated, the shotgun at his side the way you might hold a purse, or a backpack, the searchlight pointed down and his paunch even bigger as he sagged.
    That giant head of ragged curls and blonde love turned and stared at me, her eyes reflecting the massive war of emotions that must be raging inside her – lust, fear, anger, betrayal, arousal, contempt, hatred, and so much more. Wild and uncaged, she was fighting for something I didn’t understand, and the petty, schoolyard nature of their banter made me want it to end so we could go back to our little bubble and, mostly, so I could take her and fuck her nice and slow, until we were both tired enough to stop.
    Which would likely be never. Did never stopping work for her?
    “I already did, but he doesn’t know that.” My grin came without warning, and my hands reached for her neck, body stretching over the gearshift to kiss those red lips, to take in more of her essence, to connect and –
    Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Davey was in his car, which was about as crappy as Darla’s, the shade of old, faded shit with a candy apple red replacement roof. “I’m gonna tell your mama, Darla. Picking up aliens in the corn fields on I-76.”
    “Watch out, Davey,” she shouted back. “He has one hell of an anal probe.”
    Screech . Davey peeled out and Darla descended into a fit of giggles, which then shifted into great whoops of laughter and then – just about what I expected.
    Tears. I put the emergency brake on and pulled her to me, nestling her in my arms the best I could, across a gear shift. Her hot face slid against my chest as her tears lubricated my skin, her body heaving a bit with sobs. Mumbled words made no sense through her sniffles, until she sat up and looked at me, eyes red-rimmed and feral.
    “Welcome to Ohio! The heart of it all.” Maniacal laughter as she avoided my eyes and seemed to come down off her angry high, deeply embarrassed for something I didn’t understand. As far as I