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Authors: Amie Stuart
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pregnant with his baby? A child was something Rhea had never wanted, so he’d never dreamed—but if Bettina were pregnant, he’d happily do the right thing. His dad would expect nothing less, and neither would he. It’s just how he was raised. And besides that was his flesh and blood. Maybe.
He parked in the nearly full lot, killed the engine and sat frowning at his trembling hands. He’d be fine. He could do this. Ty slowly counted to ten, climbed out of the truck, and headed for the entrance. It didn’t hit him until he reached the doors that his was the only pickup in the lot except for a couple of high-end SUV’s, and those weren’t really trucks anyway. Breathing deeply, he pulled the door open to discover a hair salon.
A very fancy hair salon.
Ty had been getting his hair cut by the same ancient barber in downtown Bluebonnet since he was old enough for haircuts. So entering The Blue Moon was like stepping into another world. He felt like Richard Dean Anderson in that sci-fi series, "Stargate", and his mouth hung open a bit as he took it all in.
Framed posters of women with impossible hairdos hung on walls painted pale turquoise and trimmed in a blue so dark it looked black. The smell of chemicals was unmistakable but not overwhelming. The blue and green floor looked like the bottom of a fish tank. Two dark blue velvet couches and half a dozen chairs were scattered in the waiting room and music played. It sounded like...whales.
"Can I help you, sir?" the girl behind the tall curved desk asked. Cheerful herself.
"I called...I wanna see Bettina." Breathe. Ty fought the urge to stare.
"I’m sorry, sir. She’s with a customer." Cheerful shook her blonde, pink and lavender head. How she managed to blend in with the watery looking color scheme, he had no clue.
"I don’t care! I wanna talk to her now!"
The petite rainbow before him looked him over, making him glad she couldn’t see how he’d curled his trembling hands into fists.
"Please calm down, sir. I’ll be right back." Her tone was cool but amber eyes looked worried.
He watched her head down the hall, then followed, his boots clicking lightly on the marble floor.
"... Can you make him an appointment, Tara?"
"I don’t think he wants a haircut," she hissed.
Ty caught up in time to hear the last of their conversation. "She’s right. I don’t." Poor Tara practically jumped out of her skin.
Up and down the hall, doors opened and closed as other stylists peeked out to see what was going on. He ignored them.
"Ty?" came a voice from inside the room. Tara still blocked her from view but he’d recognize that silky drawl anywhere. He knew how she purred too.
"I wanna talk to you, Bettina!" He tried to keep his voice firm and silently cursed the slight tremor that slipped through. But he got her attention. She stepped out of the room, a comb and pair of scissors in her hands. Her nails were a light purple color.
"Tara, go on." Dressed in a pale blue top and tight black legging things, Bettina didn’t look pregnant. She looked tired. She looked good.
"Police?" Tara whispered from a few steps away.
He crossed his arms and kept his jaw locked, then swallowed, suddenly unsuccessful at pushing the night they’d spent together to the back of his mind. Since that was the reason for his visit.
"No, Tara. Just leave us be." Bettina shooed her off. "Dr. Hamerstein, I’ll be right back."
He heard a man’s murmured reply before she closed the door behind her with a snap and looked him up and down. Her cool attitude had him worried. What if she lied or told him to get lost? Their last meeting had been a disaster.
"This way." She led him around the corner and opened a door.
Hell! What if he got her fired? He should have gone to her house, instead.
"Is it okay if I’m in here?" He stepped around her and into the office. What if his need for answers cost her her job? Not that his yelling might not have done the trick.
She smiled, and with it, the fist
He parked in the nearly full lot, killed the engine and sat frowning at his trembling hands. He’d be fine. He could do this. Ty slowly counted to ten, climbed out of the truck, and headed for the entrance. It didn’t hit him until he reached the doors that his was the only pickup in the lot except for a couple of high-end SUV’s, and those weren’t really trucks anyway. Breathing deeply, he pulled the door open to discover a hair salon.
A very fancy hair salon.
Ty had been getting his hair cut by the same ancient barber in downtown Bluebonnet since he was old enough for haircuts. So entering The Blue Moon was like stepping into another world. He felt like Richard Dean Anderson in that sci-fi series, "Stargate", and his mouth hung open a bit as he took it all in.
Framed posters of women with impossible hairdos hung on walls painted pale turquoise and trimmed in a blue so dark it looked black. The smell of chemicals was unmistakable but not overwhelming. The blue and green floor looked like the bottom of a fish tank. Two dark blue velvet couches and half a dozen chairs were scattered in the waiting room and music played. It sounded like...whales.
"Can I help you, sir?" the girl behind the tall curved desk asked. Cheerful herself.
"I called...I wanna see Bettina." Breathe. Ty fought the urge to stare.
"I’m sorry, sir. She’s with a customer." Cheerful shook her blonde, pink and lavender head. How she managed to blend in with the watery looking color scheme, he had no clue.
"I don’t care! I wanna talk to her now!"
The petite rainbow before him looked him over, making him glad she couldn’t see how he’d curled his trembling hands into fists.
"Please calm down, sir. I’ll be right back." Her tone was cool but amber eyes looked worried.
He watched her head down the hall, then followed, his boots clicking lightly on the marble floor.
"... Can you make him an appointment, Tara?"
"I don’t think he wants a haircut," she hissed.
Ty caught up in time to hear the last of their conversation. "She’s right. I don’t." Poor Tara practically jumped out of her skin.
Up and down the hall, doors opened and closed as other stylists peeked out to see what was going on. He ignored them.
"Ty?" came a voice from inside the room. Tara still blocked her from view but he’d recognize that silky drawl anywhere. He knew how she purred too.
"I wanna talk to you, Bettina!" He tried to keep his voice firm and silently cursed the slight tremor that slipped through. But he got her attention. She stepped out of the room, a comb and pair of scissors in her hands. Her nails were a light purple color.
"Tara, go on." Dressed in a pale blue top and tight black legging things, Bettina didn’t look pregnant. She looked tired. She looked good.
"Police?" Tara whispered from a few steps away.
He crossed his arms and kept his jaw locked, then swallowed, suddenly unsuccessful at pushing the night they’d spent together to the back of his mind. Since that was the reason for his visit.
"No, Tara. Just leave us be." Bettina shooed her off. "Dr. Hamerstein, I’ll be right back."
He heard a man’s murmured reply before she closed the door behind her with a snap and looked him up and down. Her cool attitude had him worried. What if she lied or told him to get lost? Their last meeting had been a disaster.
"This way." She led him around the corner and opened a door.
Hell! What if he got her fired? He should have gone to her house, instead.
"Is it okay if I’m in here?" He stepped around her and into the office. What if his need for answers cost her her job? Not that his yelling might not have done the trick.
She smiled, and with it, the fist
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