“Have I won you, Raven?” “We live in different countries,” I said weakly. “I’ll move.” “What about the garage?” “I don’t care.” “You have to care. You employ people. And this is your dream—” “You’re my dream, and my fantasies, and my heart. We’ll make it work. I’ll drive or fly or run to you whenever I can. I’m setting things up so they can run efficiently without my constant presence. Now tell me,” he said, letting the ball roll away and restraining me by the hair. “Have I won you?”
