Chapter 4
Just as Quinn deposited an extra-strong margarita in front of Maya, her cell phone buzzed in the back pocket of her shorts.
She smiled apologetically at Maya before checking who was calling. “Oh, it’s Dad.” She walked to the far side of the garden.
“Hey, Pumpkin, how’s it going? Do you miss us?” her dad asked.
“It might surprise you that your twenty-four-year-old daughter, who moved out of the house quite a few years ago, can be without her mom and dad for a few days.”
“That does surprise me,” her dad joked.
Quinn kept an eye on Maya while she listened.
“What are you up to?”
“Cooling off in Maya’s pool,” Quinn said, truthfully, although spending time with Maya had left her much more hot than cool.
“How’s Maya now that Tommy’s off on his big trip?”
“I don’t know. Do you
