Maya's POV
I said goodbye to Owen and PH almost robotically, my mind drifting somewhere in another city. Sliding behind the wheel since Lana had been drinking, I forced myself to concentrate on the empty late-night streets, fighting the fog of distraction clouding my thoughts.
"Now that we're safely home and I'm not risking death by distracted driver, spill it, Maya. What's going on?" Lana demanded the moment our apartment door closed behind us.
"Your brother went to see his ex!" The words burst out of me, heavy with frustration.
"The ex, huh?" Lana's expression shifted to something unreadable. "Let's change into pajamas and talk properly. Living room or bedroom?"
"Can we talk in my room? We could chat until we fall asleep," I suggested hopefully.
Lana's nose wrinkled. "In the bed you share with my brother? No way! I know what happens there. It's either the couch or my room."
