"Mia...what's wrong?" Tristan demanded as I played around with my food, my thoughts revolving around New York and Ethan's party, both Tristan sensitive topic.
"What?" I muttered, looking up at him and he frowned at me and pointed to my plate.
"Why aren't you eating? And why are you so silent?" He asked, grey eyes studying me cautiously. "Is something wrong?"
Go...go...tell him now....
"I might have to move to New York for work," I answered, staring squarely at him. He stared at me blankly as if I just told him that Earth was flat.
"What?" He inquired and I rolled my eyes inwardly. I wasn't speaking Latin, was I?
"It was something that Carter proposed," I answered patiently. "They want a group leader and coordinator for the New York branch. Its a promotion, plus they will be prov
