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I’ve spent the next few days scrubbing down my old apartment. I want everything spotless before my mom comes back home next week. It has to feel like a fresh start after the long time she spent on treatment.
Dylan arranged for a nurse for her. Actually, two, since they’ll need to rotate shifts. I’m covering their salaries, of course. It’s the least I can do. I will not give in on this matter and accept Asher's financial help.
His assistant is basically a fairy godmother in a tailored suit. Whatever you ask for, he makes it appear. Poof. Magic.
Well, almost everything. The one thing he hasn’t conjured up is an appointment with Linda’s hairdresser again. Apparently, he’s too swamped to deal with my fading highlights. I told him any salon would do—I’m not picky—but he insisted he’d
