“Ramsey,” Megan gasped.
I turned to Megan. “It’s okay. I am distinctly not her taste.”
“That doesn’t matter. You’re a client—hopefully. I’m terribly sorry.”
Ramsey dropped her arms to her sides. A tiny bit of uncertainty dented the indifference. “Sorry.”
I laughed. “No, you’re not, which is why you’re perfect. I need these off.” I pulled off my beanie and all my hair tumbled out over my shoulder.
Ramsey’s black rimmed eyes flickered. “Off?” She moved forward and touched the strands. “Jesus, they’re not synthetic.”
“No, they sure aren’t. And what you do with them is your business. If you can reuse them, go ahead.”
She snapped her gaze to mine. “You’re lying.”
“Nope. Sell them online for all I care. I’ve had a headache for weeks. They look amazing, but they’re heavy as hell.”
“Well, they’re not really for everyday use. You should have had pieces added to your hair with combs for when you’re on stage.” She came around the back of me.
That was when I realized the room went quiet. The hairdressers were all moving forward to see what was going on.
However, the only place I loved being the center of attention was on stage.
Ramsey lifted them off my shoulder. “There’s a lot of breakage.”
“I know. Think you can handle me?”
“Damn straight, I can.”
“I knew it.” My mother gave me a satisfied look. “How long do you need her?”
Ramsey put her fingers through the strands. “I’m going to need four hours.” She glanced at Megan. “I’ll call my two appointments and reschedule. It’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Definitely. Just know you’ll be paying a pretty penny today, pop star.”
Megan bowed her head. “Ramsey,” she growled.
I laughed. “If you fix this and not make my hair look fried, then I don’t care what you call me.”
“Challenge accepted.”
“Go ahead, Mom. We’ll be fine.”
She frowned. “I can stay.”
“Nah. Go ahead and meet your friend for coffee. Ramsey and I are cool.”
Ramsey just gave me an arched brow and headed back to the black chair.
“You sure about this?”
I laughed. “I have a good feeling.”
She shook her head. “You and your feelings. All right. I’ll just be across the street at the café or over at the bookstore.”
“Sounds good.”
