"I wouldn't have pegged you for a boxing aficionado. All right." He rubbed his hands together. "Let's go." He motioned for me to start the car. To his credit, he tried not to flinch as I did.

I patted the dashboard as the car roared to life. "We're going to be great friends, aren't we, sweetheart?"

Now for the best part. As the driver, I got to control the music. Rohan ground his teeth but didn't dispute my choice. Not like the Chet Baker CD wasn't his to begin with. ...