“So you have a brother?” I ask once we stop chuckling like schoolgirls.
“Yeah. He’s older, twenty-two.”
“How old are you?” I ask, realizing I know nothing about him and feeling slightly embarrassed I haven’t asked him sooner.
“I’m twenty. Turning twenty-one in a couple of weeks, actually. How about you? I know you’re nineteen.” When I look at him, eyes wide, he chuckles. “I hired you, remember?”
Oh s**t, that’s right. My job application. I was beginning to think he looked me up or something. Not that he would find me, seeing as my name isn’t Paige.
Tristan doesn’t want to dig around in my past because he won’t like what he finds.
“Have you got any brothers or sisters?”
Shaking my head, I can feel the walls closing in on me.
“Where’re you originally from?” he asks innocently, sippin
