“What do you think?” he asks. “Want to do this every night for the next twenty years?”
“That sounds fucking perfect.”
He laughs. “It won’t be easy.”
“I don’t want easy.” I kiss him gently. “I want you.”
“Well then, you have me. Now let’s go walk around the floor and get a feel for how things are going, all right?”
“Lead the way.”
He takes my hand and tugs me along, and we walk together into our theater.