“I pray that your narcissism isn’t seeping into our daughter.” “Narcissism can’t seep. It’s not tangible, and who are you praying to, darling?” “Any god that will tell me why I procreated with you.” He grins fully, a blinding million-dollar one. “Because I love you just as you love me.” Rose presses her lips together, but she shifts closer to him. “That wasn’t meant for you to prove that you’re a god, Richard.”
