Zander
I had negotiated acquisitions worth hundreds of millions of dollars with less difficulty than getting Gina Lombardi to agree on a house.
“This one has seven bathrooms.”
“Yes.”
“There are only two of us.”
“And Lilo.”
Gina stopped in the middle of the enormous foyer and stared at me. “Are you planning to teach my dog how to use a toilet?”
Behind us, the realtor coughed suspiciously into her hand.
I glared at her.
She immediately became interested in the staircase.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then why do we need seven bathrooms?”
“We don’t.”
“Good.” Gina turned around. “Next house.”
I caught her around the waist before she made it three steps.
“Gina.”
“No.”
“You haven’t seen the kitchen.”
“I could put my entire apartment inside that living room.”
“You said you wanted
