““So that’s in the vault, right? Along with my underage drinking and fear of living on the Eastern Seaboard?” “You bet.” “You know all my secrets.” He grunts quietly. “I should probably tell you more of mine, balance that out.” “Have you ever been arrested?” He shakes his head. “No.” “But you hate New York, right?” He looks sideways at me, his shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. “No. I mean, I love California, but I have no geography-based phobias.” “Mine isn’t geography-based. It’s relations-based. Meddling-based. Smothering-Nana-based.” “And yet when she says jump…” I say how high, no matter where I am in the world. “Maybe I’ll go to Australia for my next course of studies.” “Good plan, troublemaker.””
