Her eyes are wide. ‘Really? That would be great, but you’ve done so much already. I don’t want to take up any more of your time.’ Jesus Christ. I pull her up onto my lap, sighing heavily into her glossy, lavender-scented hair. ‘Sweetheart. If you consumed every single minute of my day, I’d be a happy man. This is your baby—how can I not be interested in it? You’ve built a beautiful brand. Let’s at least see if we can find it some oxygen.’
