He smiled. “Cars are precious.”
“Yes, they are.” I put my hand on the door. My heart hammered in my chest because when I met Shaun’s gaze, he had that look.
That kissy-face look.
Normally this would irritate me.
But I kinda wanted to kiss him too. He had that gruffish kind of exterior, but a real gentleman’s way about him.
I didn’t know how to handle that. At least not from someone that wasn’t my son.
“So I’ll see ya,” he said and took a few steps back.
I was kind of disappointed as I climbed in my car. As I waited for my car to warm a bit, I watched him climb into his truck.
And I waved before backing out of the stall.
He watched the whole time.
Interesting.
9
Friday Morning
Iwalked into the salon, my bag over my shoulder. I hadn't drunk enough of my coffee to be prepared for the Friday morning hustle and bustle of the salon. I had approximately an hour before the first wave of seniors burst in, looking to get their hair fixed for the weekend.
My wet UGG boots squeaked on the floor as I walked to the nearby waiting area chair, where I always sat down and changed out of my shoes. Had to switch to my regular heels for the day.
Today's choice? A pair of Betsy Johnson black and white zebra printed stiletto heels. And I must say, the pointed toe made my legs look much better than those UGG boots ever would.
Autumn was behind the desk, and normally she says something about my shoes.
I held my foot out because I was sure she'd have something to say about my shoes, these black and white ones were one of my bolder shoes.
Outside, the sound of cars in the parking lot drove by, crunching on the ice and wet snow, making a funky slosh-slosh in the background.
And that's when I noticed it.
There was no ambient music playing.
Usually Autumn and Mom were the first ones here, and they flipped on the lights, got the music going, all that.
I didn't see Mom anywhere, but Autumn was staring at the computer.
Her expression was rather grim.
"Autumn?" I asked, picking up my coffee and crossing to the reception desk. My heels extra loud on the floor in the otherwise silent salon.
Not any of the other stylists had rolled in yet.
Though we had a bit yet until anyone arrived.
I sipped on my coffee, finally at the right temperature to drink.
She still hadn't looked at me.
"Autumn? What's wrong?" A funny feeling began to build in my gut, and not a good premonition of the coming moments. "Do I need to call a lawyer?"
