It was closing time on a Friday, her staff in the salon had already left and she was ready to drop. The last few weeks had been a continual, emotionally draining blur and right now she’d do anything to turn off the world even for a few seconds.The shop bell jingled and she stifled a groan. All she wanted to do was get home, put on her pyjamas and snooze on the couch.‘Amy?’She looked up. Her breath caught as her heart tried to beat its way out of her chest.Ben was standing in the doorway with one hand shoved into the back pocket of a pair of blue jeans, the other tightly gripping a large brown envelope. The sardonic smile he usually wore was absent; instead his ice-green eyes were shadowed with uncertainty, sucking her in.‘Are you open still?’ he asked, his normally self-assured, clipped accent sounding tentative. ‘I desperately need a shave. I’ve got this incredible woman to impress and I don’t want her thinking I don’t care enough to look my best.’‘We’re closed.’‘Oh.’ Ben’s shoulders slumped a little.
