Hope stood there made up like they were actually going to Jameson’s, but without a nice dress. He was at the door with his hand lifted to ring the bell when the door opened. He did it staring at his old front porch thinking he needed to invest in some furniture to put on his for Greta. THAT NIGHT, HIX parked at the curb of the house he’d once called home and walked up the front walk. She shouted, “Yup!” into the salon as she walked through, and I noticed my client staring at her curiously. She turned, nabbed an industrial-sized bottle of conditioner and turned back, strutting right by me and throwing open the door. love that.” She leaned back and cackled before she said, “Yup. And second, when you said to Hix that what you two have is gonna work, he said, ‘yup.’” She leaned right into my space. “First, you got something to fight for and you’re finally freaking fighting for it, and since it’s worth it that makes me all kinds of happy. When I was done, she was grinning like a fool. I didn’t have a lot of time so I laid it all out for her as best I could. I just watched you go from looking like you wanted to commit murder to looking like a cat who got her cream. We hung up and Lou declared, “Your client’s here.” You have time to hit the Harlequin for lunch?”
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