“And how do I know you won’t regret this deal two months from now?” “I won’t. I promise.” “And you expect me to take your word for it?” “Just do it, Jonathan. I’m giving you the control here.” “While taking some of it away.” My lips part. “What? You think I haven’t figured out your angle, wild one?” He smiles in that proud way he showed me at the dinner table yesterday. “Well played, though.”
