CHAPTER 34 | Parker
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A few hours later, I pull into a salon parking lot with a pair of very quiet twins riding in the backseat. They’d been excellent today—no complaints as we sat in traffic and no bad behavior at the saddle shop—but I know I’m about to push it with them.
“What’re we doing here?” Brody asks around a mouthful of muffin. As a preemptive strike against his inevitable hunger, I’d bought them Starbucks instead of ice cream. Now they’re nursing small hot chocolates and huge blueberry muffins. He leans over the front bench seat and peers up at the salon’s sign. “Kaya Salon? It doesn’t sound like somewhere we should go.”
“Yeah?” I ask. “Why’s that?”
“Too fancy.”
Kid has a point, I think. Even through the darkened windows, I can tell the place is swankier than any sal
