“Do you have a Peeping Tom neighbor or something?” “I don’t have neighbors. No one else lives on my mountain.” She snorts. “What do you mean your mountain?” “I mean, I own this mountain.” “You own a mountain?” “Yes, and once you marry me, so will you.” She scoffs. “I’ve already told you marriage is never happening. Not with you or anybody.” “Not with anybody,” I confirm. “But undoubtedly with me.”
