“Sydney Summers,” he said, his tone the grittiest it had been so far. “I like that.” He took a sip of his new drink, sucking one of the ice cubes into his mouth. “I’m Ford Dalton.” “Ford Dalton,” I repeated. “That’s like the perfect celebrity name.” “No interest in being one of those.” He paused. “I like right where I am at.” “In life or …” “Right now.” Oh. Gabby was right. This man was dominant. I let his response simmer, my chest pounding, my hands steamy even though they were wrapped around the chilly martini glass.
