Mona sighed and clicked the end call button on her cell phone. “Damn.” “That the bank?” Bunny stopped spinning in the chair in Mona’s salon long enough to stare at her. “Mr. Spillman said the real estate company wants to move on the sale of the property. I only have two weeks to come up with the additional thousand dollars or they will sell it to a man who put in a bid on it after my contingency bid.” “Holy hell, Mona. I don’t want an insurance salesman moving in next to my flower shop. Who will I talk to? Who’ll be there when I need a quick trim?” “I won’t let it happen. If I have to dance with nothing but a fig leaf and pasties in front of the entire rodeo of cowboys, I’ll do it. I’ve worked too damned hard to build my business at this location, I’m not giving up on it now.” “Pasties, huh?” Bunny tipped her head. “I might have a pair you can borrow. Ones with long red tassels.” “Bunny!” “What?” She raised her hands. “I’m just trying to be helpful.”
