Chapter 4It started snowing around three, pulling us from fast cars to fast flakes as we watched them whip past the window.
Jerry sighed. “I should probably head home before it gets too bad.”
I was as disappointed as he was. He was excellent company, even easier to be with now that I didn’t have to pretend I wouldn’t get on my knees for Vin Diesel any day of the week. My first comment had been met with a c****d brow, but it only took a few more minutes before he’d made similar assessments of Paul Walker. I discovered he had a slightly twisted side on top of the competitiveness he’d displayed during pool at his house. Rather than put me off, though, I liked it. It was liberating to talk to someone without an agenda, naïve and intelligent at the same time. He was a product of his dichotomo
