Chapter 9

He swipes his cell and puts it on the table beside his plate carefully and calmly, and I know this is not good. He’s being deliberate and delaying so he can choose his words, and I yank my fingers out of his and raise my brows.

“What? Tell me… Just say it.” I throw him that ‘don’t bullshit me’ glare because he knows I hate when he skirts around something. I would rather he did it quickly, like pulling off a band-aid, not the Arry method of beating around the bush. He sighs heavily and taps his thumb on the table, instantly antsy.

“I need to go to New York soon… Preferably no further than a week away. Something’s come up with Carrero Corp… A huge deal in the making. I own a third of the company. I need to be involved.” He’s tense, and my stomach drops to my knees from a great height at speed.

“We only just got here a few days ago. I don’t know anybody.” I can’t help the overriding emotions of fear and hurt that hit me hard and realize how dumb I’m being. I’m not a k