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have
kept notes, right?”
    He nodded with a hint of a smile. “And
you?” he asked. “Have you always been into writing?”
    Writing , she thought. He didn’t ask how long she’d been a
hairdresser. That was always the first question. Then would come
the, “Why hair dressing,” as if she should somehow defend her
career, never mind that it offered her an endless assortment of
characters for writing.
    Well, this is interesting, she thought,
and almost laughed at how such a little thing... pleased
her.
    “What?” he asked.
    “What what?” she countered, feeling as
though she’d been caught with a dirty comb in her hand or
plagiarizing a piece of literature.
    “You looked as though you were about to
laugh or something.” He gave her a quick glance through the corner
of his eye, then focused straight ahead. “Did I say something
funny?”
    “No,” she said, waving a hand in denial
then settled back in her seat. “It was just a thought that was so
out of context it would mean nothing to anyone else but me. But to
answer your question... yes, I’ve always scribbled. I even used to
go up on the roof of our house to write, much to the annoyance of
my dad, but he knew... if I disappeared? Look on the roof
first.”
    “And you’ve never been
published?” He shook his head, making that little
“ tisk ” with his
tongue. “Doesn’t hold much hope for me. You’re good, and yet not
published in all this time?”
    To this, Georgie did laugh. “You think
I’ve always been at this level? Oh, I take that back. My letters to
the editor have always been published. Got my butt into a lot of
trouble with those letters over public issues.” Then waved a
pointing finger. “Oh, turn left at the next light.”
    “Published is published,” he said,
steering the Toyota into the left turn lane.
    “It’s a lottery. Right
time, right place, right reader, and right frame of mind. Lot of
rights to happen. Pull into that Western Shopping Center there,”
she pointed. “Actually, I stopped writing while the kids were
growing. Once they were grown, Sam, my... husband, and the kids
stated flat out, they would no longer be used as excuses for me not
writing. One day, I came home, and there was a computer all set up
in a room with shelves filled with my old reference books. They
worked all day getting it all set up.” She pointed again. “That’s
my shop there.”
    “Dare To Care Salon,” Mason
said.
    The dash lights reflected in his eyes
as he looked over at her, and Georgie wondered if the flush of heat
showed in her cheeks.
    “Do you cut guys’ hair?”
    “Eighty percent of our clientele is
men.”
    “Oh, I can believe that.”
    “My car is over there, the red Subaru,”
she said, indicating the area furthest away from the stores facing
the street, and waited until he pulled up next to her car, leaving
an empty parking space between. “I have two stylists that are cuter
than hell and damn good at their job. They do draw in the young
guys.”
    He put an elbow on the steering wheel
and rested his chin in his hand to look over at her. “And the more
mature men?”
    Georgie ran her fingers through her
short flippy hair, shook her head with an elaborate toss, then
deliberately batted her lashes at him. “Why, they come to me, Badge
747, they come to me.”
    He laughed, and she found it a nice
sound, pleasing, with a good smile, not showy and wide, just...
honest.
    “ You do play the game
well,” he said.
    “Yes, I do. I have over
twenty years behind that chair bantering with men and women.” She opened
the door, shivered in the cold breeze, and took out her hat. With
one tug, she put it on, pulling it over her ears, then gathered her
writing. “Thank you for bringing me to my car. You really don’t
need to follow me home.”
    “And have the Mad OB/GYN after me? Not
on your life. I’m making sure you get home.”
    “Really, it’s not...”
    “Watch it!” Mason called out, just as
another car pulled into the