Chapter 29
Maya’s legs wobbled like jelly when she got out of the cab. She hadn’t danced this long and this hard for years. She’d searched on the internet for clubs like the one Quinn had taken her to but she hadn’t had any luck finding a place like that herself.
“The elevator in your building better be working,” Maya said on a sigh. She was tired but her fatigue didn’t match the euphoria that coursed through her. To dance the night away like that was like a delicious dream.
“This,” Quinn pointed at a rather decrepit-looking building across the street, “is what they call a Greenpoint walk-up. We’re on the fourth floor. I hope you have some juice left in those sublime legs of yours.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Maya eyed the building. It reminded her of Tommy’s first apartment after
