But her father didn’t have any siblings and his mother had passed when Andi was a kid. Then her grandfather when she was twenty. Her mother’s family stopped communicating with her when her mother left.
She often wondered what her parents saw in each other because it seemed they never got along.
Later, she found out her mother had gotten pregnant and realized her father had tried to do the right thing, but in theendhe got burned. It was probably why he never tried again.
The same reason Jack was single. He’d had relationships too, but when her father was killed, Jack focused on doing the rightthing for her, and he’d put his relationship with Sarah way down on his priority list and she’d left.
Andi didn’t want that for him anymore, but there was no talking to him just like there hadn’t been with her father.
All it did was make her think that she didn’t want to be alone anymore.
Maybe that was why she said as much as she had to Jarrett on Monday. And had even let him in the house when she never would have done that before.
No, Jack didn’t trust Jarrett, but she did. And she was going on how she felt.
Jarrett was being helpful. He was concerned. He saw something that made him want to protect her.
She wouldn’t hold that against him.
Actually,it was what drew him to her and that was saying something.
Her father always wanted to protect her. Guess she missed that more than she realized too.
“Let’s feed my belly and everyone else now,” she said, but looked around and saw only one other stylist had come in. There were five of them in the salon. Five chairs and four were rentedoff ofAmanda.
The other two stylists would probably come in later this morning.
“Come on, Jen, time for dessert before lunch.”
Jen was older and normally kept to herself unless spoken to. She was off to the side at her station getting it ready.
“It’s about time,” Jen said. “I’ve been smelling it for ten minutes before you got here.”
“Sorry about that,” Andi said. “I would have come in sooner if I’d known.”
“We are just glad you’re back,” Jen said. “Feeling better, I heard.”
“I am,” she said. “And don’t even need as much makeup to cover the shiner. It’s more yellow than red and black.”
“It’s fine,” Amanda said. “With the tape over your stitches, it’s obvious something happened, but you’ve got your hair hanging in front of your face enough to cover it.”
“Which I hate, but it’s better than stares. I’ll have to explain it to my clients today. They had these appointments before it happened.”
Andi hated explaining anything, but the last thing she wanted was anyone to think she’d gotten beaten up.
The three of them ate their bread pudding and she was moaning over every bite. Oral orgasm went through her mind, but she wouldn’t say those words. It’d make Amanda laugh though.
Guess it was the only orgasm she’d had in years and that could be why she was thinking along those lines.
Andi finished with her first appointment and was feeling good. She was off to the side relaxing and watching TV while she waited for her next appointment. She had about forty-five minutes at this point.
When the door opened, she thought it was for one of the other girls, but saw Jarrett Bond walk in.
The smile filled her face before she could stop it. Her thoughts were going back to the orgasms earlier. Maybe the knock on the head loosened her up to her old personality. Wouldn’t that be nice to have a little reminder of Colleen?
“You don’t have an appointment today,” Amanda said to him.
Andi didn’t know he came here. She’d never seen him before. She would have remembered.