“If today goes well—which it will—we’ll get the extended long-term contract to manage the Pyro’s PR, which will feed our children’s children’s children. So don’t go doubting us now, after all we did to get here.” I nudge her hip with mine. “You don’t even want kids.” “Damn straight. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to use my kids’ kids’ kids’ money to buy a yacht and retire at thirty-eight.” “If you retire at thirty-eight, I will knife you.”
