Chapter 17
Maya had to leave in the next five minutes if she wanted to be on time for her date.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?” Beth asked. “Mom made enough casserole to feed a few large families.”
“I have dinner plans.” Maya didn’t even know why she was here. She’d only dropped by because she hadn’t known what to do with herself. She looked into Ethan’s crib. He was sleeping in that cute way babies have, his tiny fists balled and his eyes scrunched so tightly shut he looked as though he was still furious about having been born.
“Hot date?” Beth asked.
A flush crept from Maya’s neck to her cheeks so she kept her gaze firmly on her sleeping grandson. “Of course not,” Maya lied. “Just a friend.”
“Someone I know?” Beth was pottering around the kitchen, putting Ethan’s
