“You said you’re here to negotiate our future.” I struggle to swallow whatever is rising in my throat. I suspect it might be hope. “What are you offering and what do you need? Where’s your list of demands?” “I don’t have a list. I have one thing.” “One thing?” I frown. “What is it?” “Let’s be good to each other.” “That’s it?” I ask, incredulity stretching my expression. “That’s everything because that means I’m good to you and you’re good to me. Being good to you means wanting what’s best for you. If there is an upper hand, baby, I don’t want it. I know I’m asking you to take a big risk, but
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