The conversation had been refreshing and joking around with the boy had left me in a good mood and without any worries. Hopefully, there would be no allusions to Greek tragedy or Aristotle in the near future in my life. I didn't want to end up dead or blind or worse. And I needed to stop with the references.
Yup, I was done.
I opened the unread mail and jotted down the cell phone number that Jake had sent. Surprisingly, there was also information about where Ethan lived and his bio-data. I left the data alone to speculate later and dialed Ethan's number.
It took a few rings for him to pick it up.
"McCarthy speaking," his voice sounded extremely formal; something that I had not personally expected of Ethan. It made me wonder about the type of work he did for Anthony, or if he had his own little business set up.
"Mia, here. I have a favor to ask of you." My voice sounded apprehensive. And here I thought that I could handle to hide the hesitation if I felt it.
