Just a booty call.
With a sigh, she grabbed her handbag and walked out, locking the door behind her. She headed to the floor below where Jenny’s room was. She knocked on the door.
No answer.
Oh, well, if she was out, then she could come back another time.
Try again, Maeve.She might not have heard and you know it’s going to take you a while to gather up your courage again.
That was true.
She knocked again. She really needed to go buy some new material for outfits and getting back the money Jenny owed her would mean that she wouldn’t have to live on ramen noodles until her clients paid.
No answer. Drat.
The door next to Jenny’s opened and Mr. Danes peered out. He shuffled out with a scowl. “Why you making all that noise, girl?”
Girl.
That reminded her of Gray.
Okay, stop. This is ridiculous. Mr. Danes is about a hundred and three and calls everyone girl or boy.
He was nothing like Gray.
“Sorry, Mr. Danes, I was looking for Jenny,” she told him.
“Jenny? Why would you want her?”
“Oh, uh, I need to get something she borrowed.”
“Christ, you lent something to Jenny? Hope it wasn’t money.”
Nausea bubbled in her tummy. She had a bad feeling about this.
“Do you know when she’ll be home?” she asked.
“Pfft, she’s not coming back. She got kicked out last week for not paying the rent.”
Oh, God.
“When was that?” she asked.
“Got a notice on her door on Tuesday, was gone by Thursday.”
She’d asked Maeve for money Wednesday afternoon. So she’d likely known she was going to leave.
She put her hand over her tummy. “Do you know where she went?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care. Now, go away. You’re interrupting my shows.”
“Sorry,” she whispered.
Turning away, she walked out of the building in a daze. Damn it. Maybe Gray was right. She was too nice.
With a shudder, she tried to shake it off. But it had settled around her shoulders like a dark blanket.
Stupid Maeve.