James sighed as he looked at the caller ID on his phone, 'Jim Rutherford'. "I gotta take this, babe." He says to you as he gets up and excuses himself from your table.
You watch as he gets to a spot in reception hall where he can hear the phone. You notice his body language and instantly feel sick to your stomach. Something is wrong. James nods as if the Pen's new GM can see him and slides his phone back into his pocket.
He forces a smile as he walks back to the table, "Everything okay, Nealer?" Paul Martin asks
"Not exactly..." James sighed
"What happened?" You ask, fearing the worst.
"I've been traded to Nashville."
Paul drops his fork, "You're kidding..."
James shakes his head "No..."
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James is quiet the ride home from the wedding, the feint sound of your iPod on the stereo is the only noise in the car. He pulls his Mercedes into the driveway and sighs. "James..." You start, grabbing his hand.
He turns to you and forces another smile, "It's going to be okay. Nashville is a nice city and a new start will be good for me."
You nod and look away "But...what about us?"
"Well...I don't know." He replies, "You have your job..."
You nod and look down. His hand squeezes your's and you look back up "There's restaurants in Nashville, right?"
"You'd move with me?"
You nod "I love you, James. Besides, this city wouldn't be as fun without you."
James smiles and kisses you "Let's go inside."