How did you do that?” <br />I shrug. “I click my heels three times and say, ‘There’s no place like home.’” <br />“Uh-huh. So … you think this is your home? My barn? His tone is playful, but the look he’s giving me is dead serious. A question. <br />“Haven’t you guessed by now?” I say, my heart hammering. “My home is you.