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“Well,Iwas good.”
She just lay there, but I’m not crazy enough to point that out.
“Scarlett.”I nudge her.
“Yes.Fine.We’re good.Get over it,” she mutters.“I have to catch the bus.Bye.”
She hangs up as my mouth falls open.
The bus?
The fucking bus!I didn’t know she caught the bus to work.She has a damn car.I thought...well, I don’t know what I thought she did with her car on Thursdays.
I try to call back three times, but it goes to voicemail.
Goddamn her.
“Jesus Christ.”I grab my satchel and storm out the door.“My baby is not being born on a fucking bus.”
CHAPTER NINE
SCARLETT
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“You look happy,” Cassysays, standing next to me at the reception desk as we scroll through the calendar on the computer screen.
One of the hardest parts of the job, which might surprise people, is scheduling.People book.People cancel.And repeat.Working out the length for each appointment, allocating a stylist to do a toner, blowout and other services is an ongoing challenge.
Every salon works differently.
Ink & Mane Studio is a very popular upmarket salon, so we’re usually run off our feet with wealthy clients.
Speaking of feet, being on mine all day is becoming a challenge.
“I just had some chocolate.Want some?”I reply, refusing to admit what Cole did to me last night.
