Whatever look I had on my face amused Nico no end, because he threw his head back and laughed.
“Whoa. Wait. I can’t go to Europe for two months.”
Nico knelt in front of me, and took my face in his hands. “Course you can. Where I go you go, remember?”
“But I have to work. I can’t afford to take that much time off. Let alone the price of airfare, hotels, meals—”
“Christ. Here she goes.”
“No, I’m serious Nico. I can’t afford any of that—”
“I can,” he said calmly. “Everything’s already paid for. Flights, hotels, everything. Your name is on all the tickets. Band’s havin’ a little pre-tour party next Friday, and I was gonna tell you then. It was supposed to be a surprise. You’re comin’ with me, Kat. We’ll be in Barcelona for Thanksgiving, Florence for Christmas, Paris for New Year’s Eve.”
