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CHLOE
A week later, it was still hard to drag my a*s out of bed, force myself to take a shower and get dressed for work. It felt like there were leaded weights on my shoulders. Nothing was right without Jax. A raw and primitive grief overwhelmed me at the thought of him being permanently removed from my life.
Not even the chic appearance of my salon cheered me up, so I knew it was bad. As I entered, I heard the familiar chunk chunk chunk of a chair being raised with a foot pedal.
I had researched photos of French hair salons to put together the decor. I hunted the back forty antique warehouse for months, buying one item at a time. Every chair had its own French table, which was custom painted and a gold-framed mirror, so every styling station was unique. There was a sweet, tufted co
