“No, this was my first.” She smiled. “I just moved here.”
“Welcome.”
“Thank you.” She slung her bag over her shoulder. “Any suggestions on good waxers?”
“Absolutely,” I said. “Sheila at Main Street Central.”
She chuckled and rummaged in her bag, pulling out her phone. “I will never remember that. Let me put that in my notes.”
“Here,” I said, “I’ll send you the info, just give me your cell number.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re amazing, thank you.”
We swapped numbers and I forwarded her the contact information for Sheila, then walked out to my car and drove home.
As I stood under the spray of my shower, all I could think about was Sundance and the look in his eyes as he apologized. Lordy, he was so sincere. I got the impression he didn’t admit he was wrong much, if at all. It must have been difficult for him and I appreciated the effort.
I dropped my forehead to the tile.
I actuallyreallyappreciated the effort.
Sighing, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my cell phone. I pulled up Sundance’s number and sent him a text.
Me:Lunch tomorrow?
Three dots appeared and I pressed my lips into a thin line in anticipation of his answer.
Sundance:One?
I let the death hold on my lips go and grinned.
Me:Sure.
Sundance:I’ll pick you up at your place.
Me:Okay.
My mood improved exponentially, and I couldn’t stop smiling as I got ready to take my brother to dinner.
Wyatt
IWALKED INTO Meteor House ten minutes early and one of Teddy’s caregivers, Wanda, rushed up to me frantically. “Oh, Wyatt, come quick. He’s melting down.”
Well, shit.
I followed Wanda back to Teddy’s room and found him restrained on his bed.
“Oh my god, release him!” I snapped.
“Riot!” he screamed.
I dropped my purse and rushed to his bed, tugging on one of the restraints.
“Careful,” Wanda warned as she stepped to Teddy’s feet. “He’s hitting anyone within swinging distance.”
I leaned over my brother and stroked his cheek. “Teddy Bear?”
He met my eyes, his breath coming in short spurts.
