“I don’t have a problem. I just don’t like doing men’s hair.”
“So it’s not me.”
His statement brought me up short, and I didn’t know what to say. My actions were already rude and anything else I had to say would make be the bitch of the year. He hadn’t done or said anything bad so technically I had no reason to be this angry with him. The behavior of the salon patrons wasn’t really his fault, yet I wanted to hate this man. Hate him with a passion because of whom he reminded me.
Before I could come up with a reasonable response, the timer on Courtney’s hair dinged. “Thank you for the tip. I gotta get back to work. Have a nice day.”
I turned and left him at the counter. A few seconds later, the bell sounded over the door and I assumed he was gone.
Kimmie hissed at me from her station. “What the fuck is wrong with you? He was hot as hell!”
Yes, he was hot. My hormones agreed with that, but that attraction made me hate him more. It didn’t make sense, but that’s where I was. The snake in my belly coiled up, and I had to keep moving before it talked to me.
“Whatever,” I flipped back. I had a client in my chair who was paying me a lot of money for her hair. Courtney had resumed her spot, and I reached for the foils and ignored everyone else.
New town, new people, new life. I repeated the words over and over again.
New town, new people, new life.
New town, new people, new life.
So what if I had the perfect hue of his hazel eyes in my vision?