““Hey, baby.” His voice is low and sensual and now I’m even more angry—this time at myself for letting the caress of his voice shift me from my mission. I rally and speak very firmly and clearly. “Would you please tell Edward that he doesn’t have to take me straight home? He seems to be under the impression that you were giving orders and not just telling him a destination.” The pause before he answers is ominous. “You need to be ready at six. It’s already past two. You need to rest.” “What the fuck?” I snap. “Are you my mother?” “It’s been a long day, baby.””
