Chapter Seventeen
Thanksgiving
The next afternoon, Rune swung by Maya’s house to pick her up for Thanksgiving dinner. She lived about a mile down the road from her dad, close enough to be able to run over if he needed something, but not in the same space, where they might drive each other crazy.
Her house was a two-bedroom cedar-shingled piece of heaven. She’d decorated it meticulously, with mostly muted tones along with splashes of tomato red. She only allowed comfortable pieces of furniture in her house. But the best part was the custom bathtub where she liked to soak after a long day at work. Candles, bubbles, a glass of wine, the works. She had a whole collection of bath salts and oils, along with lotions to smooth into her skin afterwards.
Only her girlfriends knew about this side
