Hazel trekked out to Grape Seed Ranch again on Saturday, the last few days uneventful in the physical sense. But she was exhausted mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. She’d managed to convince Dylan that she was okay—just feeling her way through a new situation—at Blue’s Street on Tuesday.
So she’d gone to work. Cluttered up her newly cleaned desk again. Walked Milo and Monty. And stopped and looked at that salon chair more in three days than she had in the past three years.
She’d been happy with the salon in her home, though it was simple and she didn’t make truckloads of money. She thought about Dylan sitting in it as she trimmed his coppery blond hair, and then Mildred Berneau and the other ladies she used to chat with when they came to her salon.
Would anyone make a thirty-minut
