dream? No, I didnât remember anything. Must have beenâ
Voices rumbled in the hallway.
Okay, no big deal, I decided, and lay down again. Just a couple of guests coming in late.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
C HAPTER 7
I hit the breakfast buffet bright and early the next morning, armed with a hearty appetite and an awesome Marc Jacobs purse. Maya noticed it right away. Yesterday, I could tell weâd be friends. This just proved it.
I didnât see Maya as my absolute-forever-no-matter-what best friendâthat distinction still belonged to Marcieâand she didnât seem like the kind of friend youâd call when you were upset and just wanted somebody to agree with you regardless . But sheâd definitely be one of those friends you knew would have your back if a bitch-fight broke out at a party or something.
âItâs fabulous,â she said, and rushed over as I helped myself to a muffin. She gave my handbag the moment of silence it deserved, then said, âAs soon as I have my degree and get my bakery business up and running, Iâm going to get me one of thoseâmaybe two. No, make that a dozen.â
âWhy stop at a dozen?â I asked.
I wasnât joking.
Maya got a faraway look in her eyes and her lip curled up. I could see her determination growing.
âYeah,â she muttered. âHell, yeah.â
I might have to bump her up to absolute-forever-no-matter-what best friend status.
A dozen or so motel guests were checking out the buffet, filling paper plates, and eating at the tables. Some of them were probably Holtâs employees, in town to work at the new store. I didnât recognize any of them.
I grabbed an orange juice and stepped out of the way so Maya and I could continue talking while she kept an eye on the food.
âYouâre really planning to start a bakery after you graduate?â I asked around a mouthful of muffin.
âAnd a catering business so I can expand what Iâve already started,â Maya explained as she wiped down the counter. She rolled her eyes. âIf I could get Bradley, the jackass who manages this place, to recommend me to the other Culver Inn motels in town, I could do a lot more business now.â
âYour food is great,â I said, finishing off the muffin. âWhy wonât Bradley put the word out for you?â
âBecause heâs a self-centered, thoughtless, self-absorbed idiot,â Maya said.
From what Iâd heard about Bradley, I couldnât disagree.
âHis family, the Penningtons, own the whole chain. Theyâre wealthy like you wouldnât believe,â Maya said. âAnyway, Iâm going to have to figure a way to get money for my fall classes somehow.â
At the mention of money, I mentally shrank back a little. Iâd rather not be reminded of my own dismal financial situation. But I pulled myself together for Mayaâs sake. Thatâs what friends do.
âHave you gotten any scholarships?â I asked.
She shook her head. âUnfortunately for me, I didnât screw up my life at a young age by getting married or having a baby, nor have I been in rehab or jail. Scholarships for people like me arenât easy to come by.â
I knew the feeling. Iâd been that route myself.
âCan your family help out?â I asked. I knew my parents would help meâif I asked, which I had no intention of doing.
âMomâs divorced. My dad left us.â Maya said. âIâve got two younger brothers still living at home, so Momâs got her hands full just taking care of them. I canât ask her for anything. It wouldnât be right.â
âSo youâre doing the student loan thing,â I concluded. âI am, too.â
I knew she had to be taking that route, same as me. No way could I afford collegeâand living expensesâany other way. I sure couldnât get by on the pittance Holtâs