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never thought I’d see it on
you,
sweetheart.”
    “Spare me the analysis,” McCade sat forward. “Am I done?”
    “Not so fast!” Tony pushed McCade back in his seat. “Don’t you go running out of here spreading pieces of your former hair all the way to the door just because I’ve figured out your terrible secret.”
    McCade frowned at himself in the mirror. His wavy brown hair looked…upwardly mobile. Shorter on the sides and around his ears, moussed up and off his forehead in the front, yet long enough to flop down when gravity or humidity won the ongoing battle. With the sun streaks of blond, he looked like he spent his weekends sailing or, ugh, even playing golf.
    “I notice you’re not denying anything.” Tony slowly gathered up the big bib that had caught most of McCade’s cut hair.
    “That’s because I’m ignoring you,” McCade said calmly.
    “Deny it.” The hairdresser’s brown eyes were suddenly serious. “Look me in the eye and say, ‘Tony, I am not in love with Sandy.’”
    McCade met Tony’s steady gaze. “Tony, I am not in love with—” But he had to look away. “Dammit.”
    Tony knew better than to tease. He crossed his big arms over his ample girth. “McCade, if you love this girl, why the
hell
are you helping her catch some other guy?”
    “I want her to be happy,” he said simply.
    Tony erupted in a fit of laughter. “You want her to be happy,” he wheezed. “Beautiful, just beautiful. Good grief, McCade, I had no idea you were such a flaming idiot. Hasn’t it occurred to you that Sandy would be stupendously happy if you told her that you loved her?”
    “She doesn’t want me,” McCade said tightly.
    Tony just laughed harder at that. “Tell her you love her, McCade. Or
I
will.”

    Sandy answered the phone on the first ring. “Hello?”
    “It’s me.”
    “McCade, thank God. I was worried about you.”
    “I told you last night I scheduled an appointment with Tony to get my hair cut and…” McCade cleared his throat. “He, uh, didn’t call you, did he?”
    “Tony? Why would he call
me?
”
    “I don’t know. Look, I’m really running late.”
    “Late I can handle,” Sandy told him. “You were gone so long I was starting to think…”
    “What?”
    “Nothing.”
    “You were starting to think what?”
    “Forget it.”
    “What? That I skipped town?”
    “Well, yeah,” she admitted. He had been gone when she woke up, and he’d taken his Harley rather than her car. At first she’d thought nothing of it, but as it got later and later she’d started assuming the worst.
    “Thanks a lot.” All humor was gone from his voice. “Tell me, when was the last time I promised you something, then didn’t deliver?”
    “Never. But you’ve been acting so strangely, I thought maybe—”
    “Yeah, well, you were wrong,” he said tightly. “Look, they’re finishing up the alterations on my tux. I’m going to change here, then get over there as quickly as I can. But it’ll be another twenty minutes at least—”
    “I’m going to have to meet you up at the Pointe,” Sandy cut him off. “I need to get there early. Sorry, but I can’t wait for you, McCade.”
    He swore softly. “I wanted to help you with your makeup.”
    “I’ll have to muddle through on my own,” she said. “I’ll see you over there, all right?”
    “Sandy, wear the white dress, okay?”
    “I’ve already got it on.”
    “You do?” McCade’s good humor was restored. “Way to go! I thought I’d have to dress you myself.”
    Sandy flushed at the vivid picture that brought to mind. “I’ve got to get going. Try not to be late.”
    “You may not recognize me with my hair this short,” he told her. “I’ll be the one in the tux—holding a camera.”
     
    Sandy had never seen so many tuxedos in her life.
    The early-evening temperature had to be pushing one hundred degrees Fahrenheit, and tuxedo-clad men quickly crossed the hot pavement between their air-conditioned luxury