On their first date, she stole a golf cart from her neighbors and drove them five miles to the industrial farmland on the outskirts of their city, cackling gorgeously, flinging jokes into the night. He had never seen a woman drive anything before. She was free, and strong, and she smelled like the earth. “My father says the devil sneezed on me at birth,” she told Reggie as she drove at full speed—fifteen miles an hour—down an empty backroad, into a cornfield. “He says that’s why I’m so bad.”
