“You want to live with me?” “At some point in the future.” “You want to live with me in this house.” “I want to live with you wherever would make you happiest.” He gazed at me, searchingly. “Did I misjudge? You’re welcome to stay at the penthouse with me. Or we could move back to One Hyde Park. Or I could buy you a mansion, or an island, or a windmill, or a yacht or—” I put my fingers to his lips. “Stop. I’ll admit I’m slightly tempted by the windmill, but this is perfect.” “You can have a windmill as well.
