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grabbed some kitty kibble from the cabinet and put a scoop in her dish. I topped off her water and padded back across the townhouse to the living room. I opened the coat closet to make sure no one was in there, and I checked every nook and cranny on the entire first level. I looked outside one more time for that pickup truck, but it was definitely gone.
    I shook my head, refused to let myself be scared any longer, and went upstairs to get ready. I turned my favorite music on my iPod, took my sweet time applying my makeup, and dried and curled my hair. I put on my work uniform of a black top and black pants, and headed out to the garage.
    The house was locked up, the garage was locked up, and there was nothing more I could do except continue on my merry way and go to work like a normal person. I had a full day of appointments, and the last thing I wanted to do was cancel out on my clients because I was being paranoid.
    One thing was for sure, I’d learned my lesson about being impulsive and sleeping with strange men. I don’t care how attractive or sexy they are, I refused to do it ever again.
    My face reddened on my way to work as I couldn’t help but be embarrassed about my poor decisions in Tulsa. I was lucky I didn’t end up on an episode of 20/20 or Dateline.
     
     

CHAPTER 6
     
    I pulled up to the salon around ten ‘til nine. Through the window, I could see my first client, Mrs. Maki, sitting in the waiting area already. She was always early. I should’ve known. She was a little bit of a curmudgeon, but she was an easy client who always wanted the same thing and always tipped well.
    “Hello, hello!” I called out to her as I walked in. “Ready to come back?”
    She seemed annoyed at me for a split second before standing up and following me back to my station. She took a seat in my chair and whipped out her cell phone, immediately going into work mode. This woman owned her own cleaning company, a very profitable one I might add, and was never not working.
    She wasn’t ever big on conversation, and she never asked me about myself, but that day she saw something different.
    “You’re different today,” she said. “Something’s changed. Something is different about you. Did you change your hair?”
    “No,” I replied as I massaged hair dresser’s oil into her scalp. “Would you like a hand massage today as well?”
    “No,” she snipped. “What’s different about you? This is going to bug me until I figure it out.”
    “Ha,” I laughed, trying to pass her off. “It’s nothing.”
    She looked at me out of the corner of her eye. She wasn’t buying it. She probably just sensed that I was a little out of sorts, a little distracted. I wasn’t being as chipper or talkative as I normally was with her.
    “Let’s go shampoo you,” I said.
    She followed me back, wrapped in a black cape, and took a seat at one of the shampoo bowls. I selected some lavender shampoo. The purple would help rid her blonde hair of some of the brassiness and the lavender scent would calm me. It was win-win.
    “Ugh,” she sighed. “What are you using? It smells awful!”
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, taken aback. “Do you not like lavender?”
    “Ew, God, no,” she said, as if I was supposed to know that.
    “I’m so sorry,” I said as I worked to rinse it out as fast as I could. “I’ll use something else. How about raspberry?”
    “I guess,” she huffed. She was such a grump.
    I massaged copious amounts of raspberry shampoo into her hair to rid the lavender smell and followed up with a matching conditioner. I couldn’t get her back to my chair fast enough. I was ready for the appointment to be over already.
    We made our way back to my station where I clipped and snipped her hair into her usual style, sprayed and misted several products into it and blow dried it into nothing short of a masterpiece.
    I handed her a mirror and spun her around so she could look at the back. After several discerning seconds, she