At least Grant knows how to apologize to a woman properly and plans for future mess ups, even if he gets the names wrong, “right. Amazon. I’ll have ten Kimbles overnighted in case I ruin another one. No need to cry.” I honestly think Grant doesn't know what clothes are, the man is either always naked or half naked, "Confusion falls over his face, his hand absentmindedly brushing across his bulging pecs like he only now remembers that he’s mostly naked. “It’s hot.” It’s not that hot, but whatever." Grant is just not a morning person, "I nudge Grant’s shoulder. “One more hour… tired baby… rode me like a beast a burden…” he slurs in his sleep." I loved this book, I adored Grant and his moodiness.
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