Chapter 11
Maya could not believe she was about to throw her arms around Quinn Hathaway. How long had it been? So many years, Maya had lost count. Just like she had, over time, lost touch with Quinn’s parents, even though, up until quite recently, they had lived next door to her.
Maya pressed herself against Quinn’s body. There was no rush of familiarity—how could there be?—nor of nostalgia, but there was something. The memory of the night they’d spent together that one hot summer had always stayed with Maya much more prominently than she’d expected—or wanted. In a way, it was one of the reasons she’d moved to New York. Not because Quinn lived there, but because of what Quinn stood for in Maya’s mind. Maya wanted to experience once again the rush of freedom she’d felt during that night t
