The Care And Feeding Of An Alpha Male - Plot & Excerpts
She’d painted her own nails, waxed her own brows, dyed a pink streak in her own hair out of sheer boredom. No customers. The realization was like a sick, gnawing ache in her stomach. She’d failed. Her business had failed. Everything she’d worked so hard for. Failed. She rose from the chair and moved to the front door, stepped outside into the autumn breeze. The Bluebonnet town square bustled with people, a few tourists enjoying the quaint shopping, locals getting their chores done. The Halloween Festival banner swayed over Main Street square, and down the street, she could see the utility building. Miranda would be working today—her volunteers never wanted to work on a Saturday. She wished her friend would come over so she could mess with someone’s hair other than her own. So it’d look like she had at least one client. There was nothing sadder than an empty salon. Almost against her will, she glanced down the street. Still no permanent sign over Cutz, but she could see people sitting in the waiting room, magazines in hand.
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