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“Yes?”

“You’ll need to relocate for at least a year. I hope you like The Big Apple. The first season will be shot in New York.”

Chapter Eight / The Minefield

Those who expect moments of change to be comfortable and free of conflict have not learned their history.

~Joan Wallach Scott

N
ew York? I’m moving to New York?
The lights in the room suddenly seem brighter, every color in the room more vibrant.

A thrill shoots through me. I’ve always wanted to live in New York City, and now the opportunity is handed to me on a silver platter. I picture the skyline in my head, but then Max’s face settles over the picture and my heart freezes. This news will not be well received by my man—of that, there’s no doubt.

One year’s forever and yet it’s a blink of an eye. Is there any way I can convince him to come with me? He’s told me before he’d never live in New York again. Our love has never been stronger, but can it survive a year of being in a long distance relationship? Can I even bear the idea of being away from him that long?

As my thoughts shoot around like the silver ball in a pinball machine, I’m reminded of the primary subject of this meeting: the new job, the unbelievably fantastic and thrilling new job. The idea of having this type of experience with so many important artists is almost more than I can comprehend. I picture myself on a TV screen with the words
hosted by Ava Jacobs
underneath. It’s like some crazy fantasy the teenage version of me would have spent endless hours daydreaming about before real life kicked the naïveté out of me. The resulting feeling of bewilderment astounds me.

Travis clears his throat, and I’m pulled back into the present company. “Well, Ava, you certainly have a lot to think about. I sincerely hope you decide to take this. Think of it, you’ll be able to work with some of the most significant and interesting artists alive, and you’ll make an important place for yourself in the art world. You’ll even have the opportunity to do some of the writing for the show. I’m sure once you and your agent weigh it all out, there’s no way you’ll turn it down.”

“I can’t imagine turning down the chance of a lifetime,” I agree.

We all say our goodbyes, and I head to the reception desk. By the time I get to my car, I realize that I don’t even remember walking out of the building. Once inside, I pull out my cell phone and cradle it in my hand. Who should I call first? Max is the obvious choice, but I also know this is a conversation we have to have in person, after I’ve gotten my thoughts straightened out.

He’s going to be upset, and I need to be centered and calm to convince him how it can all work out. Riley and Brian will both be personally affected by my leaving our work and home situations if I take this job, so I doubt they can be completely objective. Calling my practical and supportive Jess becomes the best choice. She picks up the call right away.

“Hey, Ava, what’s up?”

“I was wondering if I could come over? I really need to talk to you. Are you free?”

“Sure. I’ve been fighting with this painting for hours and I think the bastard’s won. I’ve given up on it, so I have all the time you need. Laura’s on a three-day shoot and it would be good to have the company.”

When I arrive, Jess is still in her studio, looking through her reference books. There’s a large canvas on her huge wooden easel, but she’s turned the entire thing toward the wall, so she doesn’t have to look at it. The painting really must’ve pissed her off. I know better than to ask to see it.

Billie Holiday’s playing on the sound system, and as I settle onto the velvet chaise lounge, I look up at the ceiling. Christmas lights are strung over the beams and give the room an ethereal glow.

“So?” she asks, as she sets down her book and rolls over to me on her drafting chair.

“You are not going to believe this.” I fold my arms over my chest.

“What did art boy do now? Did he have another jealous rage? He better get a handle on that shit before you move in.”

“No, this isn’t about him. I just got the most unbelievable job offer. I’m frankly still in shock.”

“Really? I didn’t even know you were looking?”

“I wasn’t. They came to me . . . they want me. I still can’t believe it.”

“Okay, you’ve got me intrigued. What is the job,
Miss Yes, I’m all That
?”

“You know that new network, ArtOneWorld? They have a show they’ve developed called
The Artist Revealed,
and they want me to be the host!”

Jess’s jaw drops. “Wait a minute . . . did I just hear you right? You’re going to be the host of a TV show about artists?”

“That’s correct.”

“Oh, my God, Ava, that’s awesome!” Her high-pitched yell almost knocks me off the velvet cushion I’m perched on. She jumps up and scoops me up in her arms.

“Baby, you’ve hit the big time! My little girl is going to be famous and hanging with the hoi polloi of the art world. I’m so thrilled for you!”

There’s a weight and honesty to her words, and her pleasure in my success is purely selfless.

“Thanks so much.” I give her a big smile, but twist my hands nervously.

Her eyebrows knit together. “What is it, girl? You look torn about something. Is there a problem with their offer?”

“There’s a problem all right. The job’s in New York. I’d have to relocate there for a year.”

Her expression falls as she gasps. “Max. Have you told him yet?”

“No, I literally just left the meeting. I don’t know how I’m going to tell him. He’ll freak out.”

Jess paces from one end of her studio to the other. “Yes, he’s going to freak. He’s going to have to figure out how to deal with it. This will be a real test for you guys.”

“What if he can’t deal with it? What if it ruins our relationship?”

“Look, I can stand here and be all cavalier and tell you if it ruins your relationship then you guys weren’t meant to be together. But that would be bullshit. Max is a different kind of relationship, and you knew that when you got involved. He needs you near him. If you leave, I’m not sure what will happen.”

“This isn’t making me feel any better, Jess.”

“No, but I’m serving it up straight, girlfriend. I care about you and I care about Max, and I wish there was an easy answer here.”

“Well, I could just turn it down. That would keep things from changing.”

“You wouldn’t do that, would you?” she asks pointedly, the feminist in her challenging me.

“I can’t imagine turning it down. I wouldn’t expect him to do that for me, even if it meant keeping our relationship in this happy place.”

“Ah, baby, and that’s where you’re wrong. You can’t take a moment in life where everything is great and freeze it so it stays the same. Things will keep moving and life will keep changing whether you want it to or not. You’ve been offered the opportunity of a lifetime, and now it’s between the two of you whether you take the job or not. It will always be there.”

My heart swells with sadness. I curl forward, my face falling into my hands.

“Being in love with Max has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love him so much it hurts sometimes. I can’t imagine giving him up, losing him to a job. I just wish I could ask him to move there with me.”

“Yeah, it sucks that he’s convinced himself he couldn’t work in New York. He says it every time we go there—something about the craziness of the city making him too nervous to focus. I think it’s the after-effect of his school experience.”

“Yes, he’s told me he loves to visit, but would never live there again.”

“Well, here’s another way to look at this. You know Laura and I watch that lifestyle cable channel once in a while. Well, there was this series they produced about lottery winners. One show we watched was about how winning the money had ruined these people’s lives. The other show was about people who had embraced the experience and were now living the lives of their dreams.”

“And how does this apply to my job offer?”

“You’ve been handed a fucking winning lottery ticket, Ava. What are you going to do, give the ticket back to them because your boyfriend may be uncomfortable with how things may change?”

“Well, when you say it like that, it does sound ridiculous.”

“It’s all about how you guys choose to handle this. Maybe this experience will teach you that you guys were great in the moment, but not meant for the long haul. And things will run their course.”

I feel a surge of denial that this could even be a possibility.

“On the other hand, if you two do have the future together we imagine, then this will teach you about weathering the challenges life throws at you. There’s something good about learning early on how strong you really are as a couple.”

“Laura travels a lot, and you guys seem to deal with it.”

“Yes, we do deal with it, and most of the time it isn’t a problem. You know how independent I am. But I’m not going to lie, there are times that I hate it, and I just want her here in my arms. If we have a kid, it will only get harder. About three times a year, I try to talk her into changing careers, but this is who she is . . . what she was meant to do. We all have our destiny. This is yours.”

The next morning at the gallery, I step outside during my morning break to make a phone call to Max’s dad.

“If it isn’t the lovely Ms. Jacobs. What can I do for you, my dear?”

“Hi, Mr. Caswell, I wonder if you could help me. I need to find a good entertainment lawyer slash agent and I have no idea how to do that. I normally ask Adam for such advice, but television production isn’t his world.”

“Of course, sweetheart, hmm . . . I have just the guy. He’s young and charming on the outside, but tough when it counts, just like you. What, may I ask, is this for?”

“I’ve just been asked to host a television show about artists, and I’m going to need help with the negotiations and contract.”

“What did I tell you? I can always spot talent. Too bad they got you before I did.”

“Yes, they certainly surprised me, and now the whole thing’s moving so fast, I hardly know what to do.”

“Well, I’m happy to help you, beautiful. You can call me anytime. What does my son think about this?”

“Well, I’m telling him about it tonight. You see, the job’s in New York, and he isn’t going to like that. I’ve got to break it to him easy.”

He lets out a low whistle. “Uh oh. Knowing hot head, I’m sure he isn’t going to be happy. Yes, the easier you break it to him, the better. If he’s the asshole I’m expecting, call me, and I’ll straighten him out.”

I pause, considering my next question, and I actually shock myself that I’m bold enough to ask it.

“What if it were
your
woman going to New York for a job.” He and Max have more in common than either would ever admit.

“Oh, no, that wouldn’t happen. I don’t do long distance. There are too many ways for things to go wrong. I doubt you’ll convince my son, but I wish you luck trying. Just be ready for anything.”

I fear I’m doomed, and my heart sinks several notches lower.

The rest of the day at the gallery is an exercise in restraint. I can’t tell anyone my exciting news yet, and I can barely handle my fear about how Max is going to react tonight. Luckily, Brian’s in Vegas, or he would sense my inner turmoil and drill it out of me. Everyone else is distracted and busy enough so my secret’s safe, and I get through the afternoon without coming apart at the seams.

My stomach churns the entire drive to Malibu, but I keep lecturing myself not to let my fear get out of hand. There’s no reason to expect the very worst. Max is a different man than when we first met. Perhaps all that therapy will help him have a balanced view of the situation.

I find him in the kitchen putting the final touches on a piece of salmon before he puts it in the oven to bake. I give him a hug and kiss, and jump in making the salad while he prepares the asparagus. While we work, he tells me all about his class at the high school and that it looks like DreamWorks is interested in developing shy Maurice Johnston, one of the students I’d met, as a digital background artist. Max had forwarded jpegs of some of his fantastical paintings to one of Dylan’s old friends, who’s an executive there, and things took off from there.