RIDE OR CRY
"You know what I love about this place?" Jesse asked, sliding a beer across the counter to Maya. "The complete lack of privacy. You sneeze in the bathroom and someone's already asking if you need a tissue. You try to have a private conversation and suddenly the whole bar knows your business. You can't even have a thought without someone asking what you're thinking about."
Maya caught the beer, her fingers wrapping around the cold glass. The condensation dripped down her fingers, cool and soothing against her heated skin. "That's not a good thing."
"It's not a bad thing either." He shrugged, his nose ring catching the dim light. "It means we're family. And family doesn't keep secrets. Well, except for Ghost. Ghost keeps all the secrets. But that's different. That's his brand.
