And how do you know that? Because I think you’re jumping the gun. You don’t know a damn thing about me yet, and I don’t know much about you. I want to change that,” I say, putting it all out there. “And I’m supposed to care about what you want?” I nod. “I’d prefer that, yeah.” The corner of her mouth twitches. “It’s your funeral, then, Johnny. But don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”
