“No, no cross here, darling,” I said. “I shall entertain myself with these very entertaining people, and I shall come find you later. Though when I do find you next, I am sure that I will be perfectly demanding and in need of your attention.” Nick smiled with some relief, lifting my hand to his lips in a brief salute. “You’re a doll, Jordan Baker,” he said. “Rather not,” I responded, but he was already gone.
