Now, all I get is a wave and him whining when I say it’s time to go. Now, I don’t even bother trying to get him to leave, and I just stay until the last kid is picked up, helping Sasha, Katie, and Monica—her staff—clean up.
Once Katie and Monica leave, Sasha invites me inside. Spring is finally here, and since it’s so nice out, we decide to let the boys play some more while we relax.
“Jamie at work?” I ask of her husband, who is a firefighter at Station 47 here in Nashville.
“Yep. Went in this morning, so he’ll be back tomorrow.”
She pours us each a glass of wine, then starts putting together a little charcuterie board of cheese, nuts, crackers, and olives while I sit at her counter bar and watch.
“You are too cute sometimes,” I tease her about the presentation she’s setting up for us.
If she were at my house, I might have these things available, but I’d just put them on the counter and tell her to dig in. Not her though. She’s gathering it all together on a beautiful cutting board.
“Stop making fun. I’m with kids all day. I need some adultness in my life.”
“Adultness?” I raise my eyebrows at her word choice.
“Don’t give me shit. It’s a word. You know what I mean though.”
I grab an olive and toss it into my mouth. “I do. Just like I need to sit my ass down. I’ve been standing all day.”
Once she’s happy with the presentation of her board, she walks around the counter to join me and sits down. “How was your day?”
“Busy. I had a color correction that seriously took forever. Some girl did my new client dirty. I was able to fix her all up though.” I beam with pride. There’s nothing more satisfying than making someone look beautiful. “I actually had two new clients today.”
“Another new client? You’ve never really thrown that kind of information out there like that. Tell me about the other said new client. Did she have a disaster you had to fix too?”
“He’s new to town.”
“Oh. So, he’s a he? Is this why you randomly threw out this fact, which I don’t recall you ever mentioning when you had new clients before?”
I tilt my head, looking at her like she’s crazy. “I’ve mentioned when I had new clients.”
She grabs an olive, pops it into her mouth, and shakes her head. “Nope. Never have, but go on. Who is this new guy to town? A singer?”
“I don’t know why he moved here, but I do know he’s not a singer. I asked the same question.”
“So, how did he find you?”
“His sister did. She booked out his appointments for every two weeks for the next five months.”
“Seriously? His sister? That’s kind of strange.”
I shrug. “She seemed really cool, and he didn’t give me any weirdo vibes.”
“Then he’s cute. Is that what I’m hearing in your voice?”
“I mean … He’s tall and broad, and definitely in shape. When I placed my hands on his shoulders, I could feel the ripple in his muscles as he just sat there.”
“Oh. Okay. So, that’s why you mentioned him.” She slowly nods her head. “Tell me more.”
“I don’t know much more. We had a great talk while I cut his hair, and then he left.”
“Did he ask for your number?”
I shake my head. “No, but his sister has it if he wants to call.”
“But he’s scheduled with you in two weeks?”
