Chapter 31
Maya couldn’t avoid Angus forever. She hadn’t spoken to him in almost a week when they usually didn’t go more than a day or two without a chat, even if it was just some quick banter in the hallway.
When a knock came on her door on Tuesday evening, she knew it could only be him. She opened the door.
Angus stood in the doorway with the biggest pout on his lips, and his hands on his hips as if to say, “What’s it going to be, dear?”
Maya waved him in and without asking mixed him a rum and diet Coke.
“I won’t claim to have eyes everywhere,” Angus said. “But I have seen things I can’t un-see.”
Maya burst into a chuckle she sorely needed. Ever since leaving Quinn’s on Sunday, she’d had a heaviness in her chest. An unpleasant sensation she could only explain as anticipatory hearta
