She had read all of it by the end of the first week, and she had opinions, and that Sunday she put his own phone down on the table in front of him and said, "Right. What do you actually like." Josh had the iPad on his knee and a page half inked and it was four in the afternoon, which was when he worked, which she knew. "What?" "You. What you like." She sat down opposite him and folded her arms on the table. "I've read the...