“Yeah, and you’re like a rabid poodle,” Jackson said, nodding towards his car. “A rabid poodle?” “Yeah, all frills and bows on the outside, but snarling and vicious deep down.” “Sorry, but I refuse to be somebody I’m not.” “Did I ask you to?” Jackson asked, enjoying how easy it was to rile Day up. “You just called me a rabid poodle.” Jackson grinned. “Yeah, but I’m a dog person.”
