Page 12 of Tangled Past
Maya grasped the card on its end as if it might burn her fingers.
Rachel touched her shoulder. “When you’re ready.”
Asa walked Rachel back to the door a few minutes later, thanked her, then returned to where Maya still stood.
The bistro had become quiet again, the low hum of conversation gone. It was just the two of them now.
“Thank you. For not forcing that on me,” she said after a while.
“I just want you to know you have options, not decisions forced on you. Just options that you can choose from.”
Maya stepped closer, her voice barely audible. “Asa, if I remember something about your father, something that changes everything—”
“Then we’ll deal with it. Together.”
She nodded slowly and touched his hand. Just for a second, but it was enough to steady them both.
