“I bet you do. You’re the kind of man that knows places.” She sounds a little forlorn, and I tilt her chin up so she’s looking me in the eyes. I want her to see me when I say this. “Amelia, I have a past. Like you say, I know places. But please don’t let any of that make you feel worth less than you are.” “What am I worth?” “Right now?” I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Absolutely fucking everything.”
