“It’s been two years, Becca. You need to get back on the wagon.” Hannah gave her a knowing look in the mirror. “I heard Greg’s chasing down that new teacher. Miss Amy.”

She’d met Amy a few times when the woman came in for a trim. She seemed very soft and sweet, with gorgeous thick mahogany hair and naturally long lashes that framed bright blue eyes. That seemed unfair, but Amy was kind. Besides, it didn’t matter to Becca who that loser Greg dated. She was done with him. “Good for them. I hope he makes her very happy.”

Hannah just watched her in the mirror. “Mmmhmm,” she said knowingly. “Just seems wrong to me that he kept you on hold all your best years and now he’s going to hitch up with someone new lickety-split.”

Gosh, she hated these conversations. She said nothing, spritzing a layer of hairspray on the perfect puff of curls adorning Hannah’s head. “You want to get your nails done this week or next week?”

Hannah threw her hands up, her expression that of a martyr. “Oh my goodness, it has to be next week. I’m so very busy today.”

“Oh? New guests at the hotel?” Was she pouncing on the conversation change? Probably. Did it matter? Nope. If there was an opportunity for diversion, she’d take it.

“Mercy, yes.” Hannah rolled her eyes. “The repairman is coming for the washer, and I have a ridiculous amount of dirty linens waiting to be cleaned. I have new guests coming tonight and Chelsea’s on vacation this week and Clyde’s helping out over at Price Ranch, and I promised Doc Parson that I’d drive groceries up to him. I’m just . . . swamped!”

Becca’s lips twitched. Hannah was swamped because she loved being in everyone’s business. If she spent more time working and less time gossiping . . . well, Becca wouldn’t even have a client today. So she couldn’t complain. She adjusted one last curl, absently noting, “You’re driving groceries up to Doc? Are they too slammed to get to the store?”

Hannah’s eyes went wide. “You know he broke his foot, right? Poor man can’t drive until he gets the cast off!”

“He broke his foot?” Becca thought of the elderly vet up at the Swinging C, who everyone called Doc. He was a staple of this town as much as she was, friendly and outgoing, and always had a helping hand. Heck, he’d changed a tire for her when she’d gotten a flat and ended up stranded on the side of the road outside of town. Greg had been “too busy,” but Doc had driven past, seen her, turned around, and changed it without letting her raise a finger. He was like everyone’s favorite uncle.