Ford’s POV
“No,” I whisper, my voice thinner than a strand of hair.
Thinner than my patience that’s already threatening to snap.
“What did you say?” Madeline suddenly asks. She sounds slightly out of it, like she’s buzzed or something. “What did you say, Ford? I can’t hear you. I’m driving right now.”
“God, then why are you calling me if you’re driving?” I splutter. “Listen… why don’t you stop where you are and I will come pick you up—”
“I don’t want that!” she complains. “We’re going to talk about everything. You will tell me why you need to take things slow. And I will agree, Ford. I will respect it this time. I promise. I’m on my way, I’m very close. Just wait for me, baby.”
For some reason, everything inside me prickles when she calls me baby.
But right now, I feel like my fee
