Chapter 28
The smile on Maya’s face was the exact reason Quinn had brought her to Noches.
The club was in Queens and hardly around the corner from where Quinn lived, but Quinn could—hopefully—show Maya around her neck of the woods some other time. If she wanted that smile, and it really was all she wanted, this was the best place to bring Maya on a Saturday night.
It was dark and sweaty and, granted, most people were probably a few, if not many, years younger than Maya, but the music and the way they danced was worlds away from most of the clubs Quinn frequented. As soon as they walked in and their ears were treated to the enticing salsa beat, Maya responded the way Quinn had pictured in her best-case scenario.
“It’s like I’m in Puerto Rico,” Maya said.
“That’s the beauty of New York.
