He was still a douchecanoe. The douchecanoe who was going to paddle me to safety.

“I hate bullshitters; you can never bullshit them.”

“I wondered if the owners would mind if I murdered someone in their front yard. …”

“Baby, I love you, more than ever, more than anything in the fucking world. You …”

“And what am I doing?” “You?” he eyed me appreciatively. “You’d just stand aroun…”