CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The Corvette looked amazing and she handled like a dream. Maya stood back and examined the grand old dame with misty eyes. Emman would be picking her up in half an hour, and Maya felt like a parent sending her child off to school for the first time. Her proud sense of accomplishment was accompanied by a bittersweet pang of loss. She had put so much into this project, both financially and emotionally.

It had helped keep her mind off Richard, who hadn’t called, e-mailed, or SMS’d since that awful night nearly two weeks before. Maya couldn’t believe that she hadn’t seen or spoken to him in so long. She felt so empty, like she was missing a piece of her soul. The longest they had gone without speaking before had been a week and that had been because Richard had been in a part of Africa that…