She was going to kill him. He was pretty sure of that. He cleared his throat and tried not to stare as he shut her door and walked around the back of the Hummer around to the driver's side. He pushed in the cigarette lighter and started the car. He was pulling out of the garage when the lighter popped out. He cracked the window a little bit and lit his cigar. He glanced over at her, his gaze lingering on her legs before he looked up to her eyes.

"M'nervous," he admitted. "'Bout the whole date. M'not real good at this," he warned her.