She met his gaze in the mirror. “What?”
“Yeah,” he said and shrugged. “Hopefully not. It is the Kincaids, after all, so anything could happen. But don’t worry, they’re good at landing on their feet. Real good.”
When she’d finished his hair he tipped generously, joked that she was making him work harder for a first date than he was used to, and left.
At her noon appointment she was asked if she’d ever seen any of the Real Housewives of Orange County stars and if their hair was real.
At her one o’clock, Lily decided to head off the questions from the get-go and steered all conversation toward her client. For her trouble she learned from an ex of Aidan’s that he had been voted most likely to never settle down, which was the one thing he’d apparently gotten from his “no-good” father.
At her two o’clock she met Evan, their hair products rep, and learned he had a huge crush on Jonathan, who refused to date him.
When Evan left, Lily told Jonathan he was nuts. “He’s great-looking, employed, and likes you,” she said. “What’s the problem?”
“He’s great-looking, employed, and likes me.”
Lily blinked. “Huh?”
“Listen,” Jonathan said. “I only go for the head cases. It’s my thing.”
“Yeah? And how’s that working out for you?”
He grinned. “Forget it, Lily Pad. You can’t reform me. Head cases bang head cases. It’s what we do.” He tugged a strand of her hair. “We also hang out together in clusters. Welcome to the cluster.”
She sighed. “So we’re all crazy? The whole salon?”
“Yes,” he said. “And while we’re in between clients, I just remembered—I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Take over all the product ordering.”
Lily blinked. “When you hired me, you said you didn’t want me to do anything but handle the clients.”
“Well, I was wrong.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You also said you’re never wrong.”
He blew out a sigh. “Just do this, okay? Take over the ordering for me? I totally trust you to handle it.”
“That’s nice,” she said. “But you’re not usually nice. What’s going on here?”
“You know how you said I should give Evan a shot?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Well, the truth is that I already did. And let’s just say it wasn’t a smooth morning after.”
She gave him a bland look. “Didn’t we already have this conversation about Terika?”
Jonathan tried to look repentant and failed.
Lily sighed. “How not smooth?”
“We had a great night but he’s just so …” He searched for a word. “Sweet.”
“That bastard,” Lily said.
Jonathan gave a little smile. “He’s too good for me, and I’m not going to change my mind. I’m not one to settle down, you know that. I’d just hurt him.”
“So you’re going to cut off your friendship with him,” she said with a shake of her head. “Cuz that’s not going to hurt at all, Jonathan.”
“That’s why we don’t tell him. All he needs to know is that my new assistant manager is doing the ordering now.”
She went brows up.
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “Congrats. You got a promotion.”
“Does this promotion come with a raise?”
“It’s not that kind of promotion,” Jonathan said.
“Uh-huh.” She eyeballed the supply wall, where everything they bought was on display for their customers. She’d been wanting to redo that wall for two weeks. “Okay if I make a few changes to our display then?”
“Fine by me,” Jonathan said. “And if Evan doesn’t like it, we’ll tell him I did it.”
“Yeah, that’s just what Michael told me, and look what happened,” she said. “I was out on my ass so fast my head’s still spinning.”
Jonathan turned her to face him. “Don’t lump me in with that asshole. I’d never throw you to the sharks, not without a rescue plan. Besides, much as I’d like to sleep with you, I won’t. I can’t lose you again.”
“You want to sleep with me?” she asked, surprised. “Since when?”
“Since always.” He laughed. “Have you looked in the mirror? Of course I want to sleep with you. Everyone wants to sleep with you.”
Lily looked into his eyes. He was selfish and self-centered and a bit of a drama queen, but he was also fiercely loyal and fiercely honest to those he loved. “Fine, I’ll take over the ordering. But I’m buying us better coffee.”
“See, I knew you were the right person for the job,” he said.
Lily’s three o’clock arrived. Char Kincaid again.
“I’ve got another date,” she said proudly. “But I can’t do my hair as good as you. I need your help.” She limped a little, leaning on her cane as she sat in Lily’s chair. “Oh, Lord have mercy, it feels great to sit.”
“Your injury acting up?” Lily asked, worried.
“Nah. I had to swim for half an hour this morning to atone for the donuts I ate. I’ve been walking, too, on the easy trails. Need to try to get back in shape before ski season, but I keep working against myself.”