“All good by me. I’ve been sitting for hours. I could use some exercise.” I waved at Megan who was on the phone and waited for her to finish her call. “This place is pretty awesome. A far cry from the old salon.”
“Megan took it over from her mom a few years ago.”
I leaned against the counter. “Looks pretty glam in here. You wouldn’t have something to do with that?”
Tate just smiled.
“Thought so.”
Megan hung up. “Sorry about that.” Her eyes widened. “Wow, you look amazing.”
“Ramsey is a genius.”
“Lord, now we’ll never hear the end of it.”
I laughed. “Glad I gave her a try.”
Megan pitched her voice lower. “I’m so sorry. I tried to keep things quiet about the fact that you were in here, but...”
I waved her off. “It’s fine. I expected it. I was here way too long to keep it a secret.”
She sagged into a chair. “My phone has been ringing off the hook.”
“Probably going to get a little worse. I just tagged the shop on my social media.”
“What?” She sat forward.
“I hope it doesn’t cause too much insanity.”
“Thank you. I don’t know what to say.”
I slid my credit card across the counter. “I’ll get out of your hair. Hopefully things will die down once I leave.”
“I’m pretty sure a reporter or two are outside. They kept trying to come in, but I managed to keep them at bay for as long as I could.”
“I appreciate that.” I glanced at the receipt. I’d dropped a helluva lot more in a Los Angeles salon and hadn’t been nearly as happy with the results. I added a bit more to the total and signed before tucking everything away. “You have a great place. Thanks for taking care of me.”
“Anytime.”
Tate gave her a little salute then he hurried forward and opened the door for me. He swore as a half dozen reporters rushed forward. He grabbed my hand, drawing me across the street to the Dreamer Bookshop.
“Oh, hell.”
“What?” He looked down at me.
“Now you did it.”
He laughed and held the door open. “Did what?”
I lifted our linked hands. “This will be everywhere in an hour.”
“Do you have a problem with it?”
“Not unless you do.”
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