“Honestly, Lottie, you sound really entitled.”
“Entitled?”
“You should work on being a better role model for your son instead of harassing innocent businessmen when you don’t get what you want.”
My eye twitches. “First of all, I’m a great role model for my son. I’m a strong, independent woman, and I’ve worked hard for everything I have.”
“I’m sure that’s true.” He leans forward. “I’m still not leaving.”
I seethe. “You know, the last thing Small Town needs is another man like you.”
He crosses his thick arms, amused. “A man like me?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say. “You Big City rich guys are always rolling through here, taking whatever you want. But let me tell you something...”
I pause, my words failing.
He tilts forward an inch, his handsome brown eyes practically dancing now. “I’m waiting.”
“I...” I stutter. “We Smalltowners stick together. One word from me and no one’s gonna come to your...” I glance around the space. “What is this gonna be?”
“A barbershop,” he says.
“A barbershop?”
“Yeah.”
“You cut hair?”
“Yes.”
I scoff. “Who would open a barbershop here? We don’t need a barbershop! We already have a barbershop.” I spin toward Frank. “Don’t we?”
“No,” he answers.
“Don’t we?” I ask again, expecting a different answer.
“No.”
I deepen my glare, then spin forward where the man’s smirk has morphed into a full, shit-eating grin. “This location is way too big for a barbershop,” I argue. “What do you need? Three chairs and a cash register?”
“You’re pretty cute when you’re angry,” he says.
“Excuse me?”
“Are you single?”
I step back, my gut twisting with disgust as my spine tickles from his attention. “This is a mistake,” I say. “You’re going to regret this.”
He winks at me. “I’m sure I will.”
“Come on, Liam,” I say, giving his hand a light tug. “We’re going home.”
“Bye-bye, Liam!” he says, waving.
“Don’t talk to my kid,” I spit over my shoulder.
Frank shuffles over to open the door for me and I hit him with another harsh glare instead of thanking him.