Ford rubbed the back of his neck with his uninjured hand. “Actually, your dad’s here. He’s in the kitchen with Crosby, Hunter, and the girls.” My face heated. “You had sex with me while my father was in the house?” Ford pressed his mouth into a hard line, as if he were trying really hard to keep from laughing. “You were the one who was all ‘show me, Ford.’” “I’m going to kill you.” It was going to be a slow and painful death, too.
