The flight back to Vegas was nowhere near as uncomfortable as her flight home had been since Lee had bought them first class tickets. When she'd turned to look at him, eyebrows raised in disbelief, he'd just shrugged. "I'm too tall for the seats in economy. And besides, I had to get these last minute."

"Documentary film work must pay pretty well," she muttered. "Maybe you could get me a job working for you."

For some reason, that had made him laugh out loud. "Believe me, that's the last thing you'd want to do."

"Really? Because I'm looking for work and if I have to start at the ground up as a gopher fetching coffee for the director, I could do that."

"Well there's no call for the casting couch in documentaries so you've already started on the wrong foot," he muttered as he stowed her bag in the overhead compartment. He glanced down at the tiny gasp she gave and realized she was turning away, trying to hide the hurt on her face. "I'm sorry," he stammered out, dropping into the seat beside her. "That was a really awful thing to say." He ran his hand over the back of his head in a gesture she already recognized as his sign of nerves. "I'm just really tired too – and I keep having to call my boss and tell him some other bullsh-, some other reason why I'm not back at work yet." He picked up her hand and squeezed it. "But I shouldn't be taking that out on you. I really am sorry."

"It's okay," she answered softly, squeezing his hand back. "This is kind of new territory for me too, you know. I meant what I said yesterday – this is so not like me. I still can't believe I'm in this mess."

"Well, at least we're in it together, right?" he asked trying to cheer her up.

"For now anyway," she nodded. Her smile wasn't quite as bright as he'd like but at least she wasn't crying.

"Yeah," he agreed. "For now."

There was an uneasy silence that was broken only by the cheerful voice of the stewardess offering them champagne.

"Oh, that reminds me," said Lee with a guilty expression. "I found these in a champagne glass after you left yesterday." He pulled a pair of wedding rings out of his jacket pocket and offered them up to her.

Amanda eyed them for a second and then her face really did finally light up with that laughing smile.

"What?" he asked, starting to laugh without knowing why.

"I guess we should be grateful we went with traditional rings. For a while there, I thought maybe that's what the handcuffs had been for."

"Amanda!" Now he was really laughing – he hadn't laughed as much in months as he had in the last day with this woman.

Amanda carefully picked up one of the rings and dropped it into her champagne glass. "Here's to the end of our marriage," she toasted him.

"And the beginning of a beautiful friendship," he answered.