Chapter 27
Maya had managed to avoid Angus since Quinn had left on Wednesday. She wanted to talk to him about her. He was still the only person she could confide in about something like that, but she wasn’t ready for the myriad of questions he would undoubtedly fire at her. He might well try to convince her that she should go on a date with Quinn, whereas Maya was putting all her energy into telling herself it was the worst idea ever.
“Have some fun,” Angus would say. And Maya wasn’t opposed to fun, especially not the kind of fun she and Quinn had had all of Tuesday night, but to what end? And at what cost? Fun like that didn’t come cheap to a woman like Maya. She was fifty-five years old. She hadn’t moved to the city to ‘sow her wild oats’ the way Quinn had put it. She had come here to
