Chapter 5
Maya watched Quinn collect their plates as though this was her own house. She had that air about her that made her look at home. A quiet confidence that, at that age, Maya had only possessed when she stepped out onto the dance floor. For that reason, she told herself, she enjoyed watching Quinn’s elegant, easy movement around the table. The gentle swell of her upper arms. The soft shine of her skin. Yes, that was what Quinn Hathaway was: a joy to behold and a joy to be around. Especially during this emotionally trying weekend for Maya. Quinn had succeeded in taking her mind off Tommy as though it had been her job to do so.
Maya followed Quinn with her eyes as she disappeared into the house. In the half-light of the evening, she could see her rinsing the plates in the sink. Quin
