Chapter 13
Quinn’s presence was as magnetic as Maya remembered. She might as well enjoy it for a little longer because she had no intention of seeing her old neighbor again after today—although she was curious as to how Quinn’s pictures of her would turn out.
Maya watched Quinn make her way to the counter. She was wearing the kind of high-waisted jeans that had been all the rage a few decades ago and had, as if by magic, become trendy again. Maya hadn’t made it to Brooklyn yet—she’d been far too infatuated with Ethan to tear herself away from him for too long—but she imagined Quinn fitted right in.
Flashes of their night together sparked in Maya’s mind. Even though it had happened so long ago, Maya still felt guilty about it. It was the main reason why she had, slowly over the years, sp
