His voice rolled across the lawn, loud and easygoing.

“It’s almost one in the morning, Rob,” I said, staying on the top step.

“Get a load of this machine,” Rob said.

He smacked his palm down on the sedan’s hood.

“Three hundred horsepower under there.

Heated leather seats, full power package.

Drove it off the lot in Springfield this afternoon.”

He came nearer the porch, digging into his coat pocket.