“Yes,” she revealed.“It’s an interview today, not a one-way ticket.”
“You said two weeks.”
“If they hire me.”
“And if they do?”
She shrugged one shoulder.“Then I take the job.”
Like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Izzy glanced between us, recognizing the tension forming in the room before either of us acknowledged it was there.
I ran a hand over my jaw.
“I don’t like it.”
Tone’s eyebrows lifted.
“Spain?You’ve allowed people much farther away than Spain.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
I opened my mouth, then closed it again.
Because the truth was simple.
“You’re my sister.”
Tone stared at me for a moment, and then she laughed softly.
“Raze.”
“What?”
“It’s two weeks.”
“Two weeks is still two weeks.”
She leaned forward slightly, folding her hands on the table like she was explaining something to a stubborn patient.
“I’m not moving there.I’m not joining the foreign legion.I’m taking a temporary job.”
“It’s still far.”
“You have a private jet.”
“That’s not the point.”
She tilted her head, studying me.
“Then what is?”
“I’m being practical.”
Tone smirked.