Chapter 12
Quinn caught Maya’s gaze sliding down to her wrists. She held them up, even though, when sat opposite from her, Maya could only see the words in the wrong order. She crossed her wrists so Maya could properly read what her tattoo said.
“Radical Acceptance,” Maya said, then looked up into Quinn’s eyes again.
“It’s not the only one I got since…” Quinn couldn’t help but smile.
“So, you’re a photographer now.” Maya stared into her cup of coffee and expertly ignored Quinn’s allusion to that night.
“And retouch artist,” Quinn added.
“Wow.” Maya looked suitably impressed.
“And you moved to New York City.”
“I did,” Maya said.
“How long have you lived here now?”
“About seven months.” Maya half-smiled. “Your mom did give me your number. She told me to get in touch with you if I n
