CHAPTER THIRTY
“Ooh, wee!” Leslie jumped around as soon as she got into Max’s motel room. “I’m so happy!”
“This isn’t what I expected.” He shut the door, wrestling with the sacks of burgers and fries.
Leslie twirled in a circle.
“Careful before you spill the drinks.” Max set the food on the stand by the bed. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I’m happy.” She danced. “Happier than I’ve been in years.” She lifted the drinks. “Woops.” She laughed.
“Give me those.” He took them. “What I don’t get is why you’re so happy? You’re glowing.”
“I’d been carrying this weight and guilt on my shoulders all these years and now it’s gone.” She danced to him, taking his hands.
“That’s right.” He pinched her nose. “Doesn’t it feel good to let all that pain go?”
“It does.”
He caught the seductive glow in h
