I fasten my seatbelt and look at Nick, sitting next to me in business class. Ridiculously.
He holds up his free champagne. ‘To freebies,’ he says.
I hold up my own champagne. ‘What happens in New York stays in New York?’
He grins. ‘No.’
‘No?’
The plane starts to taxi and Nick reaches for my hand. I rub my thumb across his palm and we take off.