“And then I did it again on Friday.” “Did what?” “Put her in my car,” I admitted. “Well, shit.” “And then I went one further.” “How?” Gibsie eyed me warily. “What did you do, Johnny?” “I dropped her home.” Expelling another frustrated breath, I sagged back in my seat and groaned. “But then I snatched her back.” “What the fuck?” “I know,” I barked. “I know.” “How do you snatch a girl, Johnny?” I shrugged helplessly. “Fuck knows, but I did it.”
