Chapter 45
On the actual day of the first anniversary of them seeing each other again—the day of that fateful photo shoot—Maya had giddily agreed to Quinn’s suggestion. It had sounded like such a romantic idea at the time, but now as they stood outside the tattoo parlor she wasn’t so sure.
Maya was in the second half of her fifties. What was she doing getting a tattoo? And a matching one with Quinn at that? When she looked at it from a regular, everyday kind of viewpoint, the whole thing was preposterous. But then she glanced over at Quinn, and pictured all of Quinn’s existing tattoos, and then the whole thing made a lot more sense again.
“Ready?” Quinn asked, and took her hand.
“Hell, no.”
“Sometimes it’s better to jump before you’re ready.” Quinn pulled her inside.
“You have a mott
