Page 14 of Exes and Oh Hell No

My lips twitch, fighting a smirk.

He won’t be running his mouth again anytime soon.

All because of Ford.

Pride flutters in my chest, and I hate how much Ilikethat Ford put Todd in his place.

How much Ilikethat fame hasn’t changed him.

He’s still the same man who once made me feel safe.

Or maybe he’s still affected by?—

No.

No, no, no.

I shove the thought down.

Ford doesn’tfeelanything for me.

I’ve seen the puck bunnies that flock to him, the supermodel ex-girlfriend plastered all over social media.

Women who looknothinglike me.

The thought lands like a stone in my stomach, and I swallow hard against the burn in my throat.

Ford was just being chivalrous.

That’sall.

I flinch when a hand brushes my arm.

Warm, calloused fingers barely skim my skin yet sends a zap of electricity through me.

I close my eyes, knowing who it is without looking.

“Thank you,” I blurt out as I turn around. “For what you did with Todd.”

Ford stands there, staring at me, his expression shocked.

Finally, he nods and smiles at me. “Why don’t you join me for dinner?” His voice is deep, rough, and dangerously familiar, drawing me in. “My treat.”

I should say no.

“I’d love that.”

What. The. Hell.

His smile is slow and devastating, and my heart stutters like a broken engine.

He steps closer, and I swear the air between uscrackles.

He smells the same—like woodsy cologne, clean soap, and something so Ford that it makes my head spin.

I want to press my face into his shirt and inhale deeply, filling my lungs with his scent.

I want to lick his neck.

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