Fighting Our Way (Broken Tracks 2)

I hiss in a breath as Amelia’s eyes narrow. I lean over and whisper, “Sensitive subject,” in Maya’s ear.

She covers her mouth before holding her hands out for a squirming Lucas and facing the front. “Hey, bud. Remember your favorite aunt?”

“Hey!” Harm calls, smiling to show she’s joking.

Maya laughs before trying to see over the crowd, presumably looking for Clay. Her eyes widen and she ducks her face when a guy with dirty-blond hair walks past, but it’s too late because he does a double take at her, stopping at the end of our row.

“Maya? Maya Cole?”

“Shit,” Maya hisses under her breath before she hands Lucas back to me. Her cheeks heating slightly before she brings her head back up, staring at the guy that looks familiar but I can’t seem to place him.

Her hands intertwine in front of her as she turns toward him, her chest stuttering as she tries to take a breath before she whispers, “Jake.”