When Ace gives things to his woman that was used he makes sure they're clean, "before I forget,” he said, reaching into his glove compartment. He found a swath of black lace and passed it to her. She accepted the panties warily. “I washed them.” Janelle doesn't mind making her man's ego even bigger, “God,” she said, drinking him in. He was lean and rock-hard, his ribcage striated. “You’re built.” I liked this book I fell in love with Ace under his rough exterior he's a great man.