Ford thinks he's a funny man, “you can drop the ‘mister.’ Or the Ford, but that might start to sound strange after a while. I suppose you could also call me Daddy, which is what Emily prefers, but—” Ford tends to not have a filter, “yes, d-a-m-m-i-t. If I’m going to have to lie here until the next alarm, staring at the ceiling and wishing you were in this bed with me, then the least you can do is talk to me in your phone-sex-operator voice.” She was so startled she almost dropped her cell phone...." The man tends to have a one track mind as well, "he growled once again. “I didn’t call to talk to you about that d-a-m-n dog. What are you wearing?” Lila is quite the jokester, "...I’ll be like Pretty Woman, except you won’t have to pay me for s-e-x later.” Ford cast a sidelong look at Lila..." I loved this book, I loved the banter, and I loved the characters.
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