Perhaps she ought to be quiet, but... You're traveling at a rate of nearly 15 mph above the posted limit.

You must be having some difficulty with that. Jesus Christ, honey, when do you ever relax? Perhaps then the stick you have up your a** would come out.

A wide-eyed Jessey stared at him. He definitely didn't just say that to her. Just what kind of guy does that to a date? Is that the mouth you use to kiss your mother?

His dark eyes flitted with something unseen, and then he turned back to the road. Sadly, "my mother has passed away."

Holy crap, she should have known better....