Shaun grimaced and noticed the little critter had run along the cabinets and was cowering under the corner, at the baseboard.
“Winter?” A knock at the door followed the voice.
The little beast scampered some more.
Shit.
“What, Autumn?” she snapped, walking over to the door, but not opening it.
“State board of cosmetology is here. What do I do?”
Winter let out a string of curse words.
Shaun paused and glanced at her, raising his eyebrow. While he couldn’t say he didn’t expect her to curse worse than some of his old military buddies, it surprised him just the same.
He’d heard her outside a time or two behind the shop.
“Fuck you,” She said, glaring at him. She put her hand on the door.
“What?” Autumn snapped.
“Not you, Autumn.” Winter sighed. “Listen, you ran a salon on a cruise ship. What do you think you do?”
“For three months.”
She sighed. “Take the inspector around. Show her what you need to. And stall. Where’s Mom?”
“She’s in with a client. I doubt she knows yet.”
“Keep the inspector out of the back. All the sanitizing stuff is…” Winter looked around. “Shit. It’s in here.” She glanced back at him. “Hopefully we’ll have this solved in a few minutes, right?”
“Sure,” Shaun said as he eased toward the animal that he now knew was not a rat.
He glanced at Winter, her eyes hoping that he could fix this in a second.
No pressure or anything, because little rodents were always easy to get into a trap when you wanted them to get into the trap.
Sure they were.
And he made millions hunting them.
Oh, the lies he told himself…
Why oh why had he come over here to help her?
Winter bent over and picked up the broom, and the curves that those fancy shoes framed became even more apparent.
Oh yeah.
Now he remembered.
The legs.
The hips.
He thought Winter, the manager of the beauty shop was sexy as hell in her fancy shoes.
Or maybe it was just how hot her ass looked in those shoes.
