Page 9 of No One But You

“Hot, good looking. Whatever. He helped out and was especially annoying.”

“Interesting.” Darlene stared at me intently. I knew her too well. Her mind was grinding. “Did you get his name?”

“Yeah, Kai.”

“Nice name.” Darlene leaned back and sipped her coffee.

“Hot name,” Summer answered.

Darlene nodded slowly. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the silent discussion going on between the two of them. They were always looking to set me up with someone even though I had just broken up with Patrick four months ago. It was annoying how Summer got away with never being bothered about dating someone. It was always me.

Well, one thing was for sure, Kai was not going to be the next guy in my bed. Nope. Wasn’t gonna happen. Not even with his sexy body, or those crystal eyes, or that seductive voice. I forced my eyes open to get his picture out of my mind.

Darlene’s gaze met mine. She had a shit-eating grin on her face, and her head continued the annoying bobbing up and down.

Friends were so much trouble sometimes. I rolled my eyes and tried my best to ignore her.

Thirty minutes later, my hair was cut and styled. It felt much lighter and already looked so much healthier. “It looks amazing. I love it, Summer.” I shook my head from side to side. My hair flowed gently and lightly touched my shoulders.

“If you would get your hair cut more often, it wouldn’t be such a mangled mess.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Any time. Now, in two weeks come to get that color we’ve been talking about.”

“Yep. I will.” I grabbed my coffee and took a big drink. “Shit. It’s lukewarm.”

“Like your heart.” Summer blew me a kiss.

“Maybe a mysterious stranger could warm that heart a bit.” Darlene wiggled her brows.

“I’m sure a night of amazing orgasms would do the trick,” Summer agreed.

“Oh, my God. Y’all.” I stood and held up my hands to stop them. “Why do I even talk to y’all?”

“Because you love us,” Darlene said.

“And we’re your only friends,” Summer answered.

“Whatever.” I grabbed my purse. “Dar, if we’re still going shopping, then to the pub, I suggest you stop this crazy talk now, or I’ll just go home and spend a quiet night with my goats.”

“The only guys she spends time with are those damn goats,” Summer said as she swept her station.

“You’re right,” I spit back. “Percy, Jackson, and Baby Goat are sweet and expect nothing but food, petting, and unconditional love. They are the perfect men.”

“As far as I can tell, all men want is food, petting, and unconditional love. Goats seem to be no different.” Summer swept the hair into the wall vacuum.

“I don’t know, Summer. My man enjoys my company and is one of my best friends,” Darlene interjected.

“Exactly like Kora’s goats.”

An older woman, Mrs. Ledbetter, entered the salon.

“Hello, Mrs. Ledbetter,” Summer greeted her next customer sweetly, then turned to us, her sweet demeanor evaporated. “Now you two get out of my salon so I can make some real money, and I’ll meet you at the pub when I’m finished.”

“We should be there around five. Maybe if Bryson and Patrick win the first round, they’ll celebrate with some free drinks,” Darlene said.

“Perfect. I have my final cut at four. I’ll show up after.” She turned to Mrs. Ledbetter. “Hi. Take a seat, Mrs. Ledbetter.”

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