A waiter passed us with a tray of champagne flutes. I snagged two and held one out for Natalie. “I’d better not.” She waved it off. “I’m on the clock. And speaking of such, I’d better get back to your daughter.” “She’s fine with my parents.” “You’re paying me to watch her.” “Would you feel better if I didn’t pay you?” “Actually, yes. It feels strange to be paid when I’m enjoying myself so much.” I held out the champagne again. “Done.” She took it and smirked. “You’re still going to pay me, aren’t you?” “Yes.”
