Becca was in a good mood the next day. The weather was beautiful, which meant that everyone came out of the woodwork to get their hair cut, oddly enough. It always happened like that, not that she was complaining. It was Monday, and strangely, she was getting so many walk-ins, even though Mondays were usually the slowest. When business was booming, you took advantage of that. Besides, she didn’t mind. She didn’t have anything going on until later, when Hank finished his day’s work.

She wondered if he’d come over tonight. Probably. She’d have to stop by the grocery store when she had a lull between clients and pick up a few things, maybe a couple of steaks and some corn dogs for Libby. She knew the little girl loved corn dogs and could live on them, even if it wasn’t Becca’s first choice for a nutritious meal. She just knew that as much as she loved that Hank cooked for her, she wasn’t sure she wanted pancakes again.

Then they could settle in and watch a movie. A kids’ movie.

Which meant she could kiss Hank for at least ninety minutes while Libby was occupied.

“You seem happy,” the man in her chair said as she ran the shaver over his neck. “You keep smiling to yourself. Did you have a big weekend?”

“Small one, really,” she confessed. Didn’t mean it wasn’t great.

“The small ones are good, too,” he told her with a grin. “You have a beautiful smile. You seeing anyone?”

“I . . . um, yes. Thank you.” Becca’s face felt hot as she turned off the clippers and then dusted his neck. He was one of the newer cowboys that worked out at Sage Cooper-Clements’s ranch. For the first time, she looked at him, noting that he had nice eyes and a handsome smile . . . but he wasn’t Hank. “I am seeing someone, sorry.”

“Just bad luck on my part,” he told her with a wink as she took the cape off him. “If it ever changes, you let me know. Can I come in for a trim in about two weeks?”

“Of course.” She chatted with him, made the appointment in her phone, and tried not to feel too weird about it. Men asked women out all the time. It was something that wasn’t a big deal; it really wasn’t.

Even so, she couldn’t help but giggle to herself. Her phone dinged with a text not a moment later, too.

GREG: Hey. Sorry about the other night.

GREG: My hair’s getting a little shaggy. I don’t suppose you could squeeze me in for a trim and we can talk? I wouldn’t mind seeing you again. :)