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Three pairs of eyebrows lifted in perfect synchronization.
“Sure you’re not,” Gloria drawled. “That’s why he practically carried you out of here yesterday, kissed you like he was claiming territory, and then started sending tribute offerings.”
“It’s adorable, Ivy.” Lorna grinned. “Cole said the guys can’t believe the effect you’ve had on their grumpy teammate.”
“Really?” I asked, unable to hide the hope from my voice.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
While Missy and Gloria argued about which treat Saxon sent looked the best, I busied myself arranging product bottles on the shelf, mostly to hide the grin threatening to break loose again. I hadn’t stopped smiling since I’d woken up tangled in Saxon’s sheets, his voice still rough with sleep when he’d kissed my shoulder and told me to stay in bed while he made breakfast.
My happy little bubble burst when my last client of the day started scrolling through her phone while I blow-dried her hair.
We’d just been talking about her nephew’s engagement when she suddenly gasped, “Oh my goodness.”
The tone made me glance up. “Everything okay?”
Her eyes were glued to the screen. “You’re dating that football player, right? The one from the cutout?”
My stomach dipped. “Saxon?”
“That’s him.” She turned her phone so I could see. “Nighthawks Star Saxon Powell Spotted Getting Cozy with Mystery Woman.” The picture showed him leaning in close to a woman with sleek dark hair and a stunning face. It looked like an intimate moment caught on camera. One between the man I’d fallen for and another woman.
For a heartbeat, the salon noise vanished. All I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears.
My client clucked her tongue. “Didn’t take long for him to find greener pastures, huh?”
I barely resisted bashing her in the head with my dryer. Forcing a tight smile, I mumbled, “You shouldn’t believe everything you read online.”
“Maybe,” she replied breezily, “but pictures don’t lie.”
While I struggled with how to reply, Lorna appeared out of nowhere, her tone sugary-sweet but her expression pure steel. “Thanks so much for coming in, Mrs. Greer. Missy will check you out up front.”
“But my hair is still damp.”
“No buts,” Lorna interrupted, her hand gentle yet firm on the woman’s shoulder as she tugged her out of my chair and steered her toward the reception desk. “Traffic’s awful this time of day, remember? Wouldn’t want you getting stuck in it.”
The door chimed a minute later, signaling the client’s exit. Lorna turned back, her normally bright eyes darkened with protectiveness. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I lied, setting my blow-dryer on the counter. “You don’t have to chase off clients on my account.”
“She had it coming,” Lorna argued, crossing her arms. “That kind of gossip spreads like wildfire, and I’m not letting it start here.”
My throat tightened as I looked down at my hands. “But the picture?—”
“Photos are a snapshot in time,” she cut in firmly. “You can’t tell what really happened before or after.”
“It looked…intimate.” The word scraped my throat raw.
“That’s the angle they wanted you to see.” She stepped closer, her voice gentler now. “You’ve never been the target of it before, but you know how the media works, Ivy. They love tearing down happy couples. Especially when one of them’s famous.”
I hated that she was right. But the image was burned into my brain. The way Saxon’s head was tilted toward that woman, how close they stood.
“Still,” I whispered, “why would he even be with her? Who is she? Why didn’t he warn me that someone took a photo of them together?”
“It was probably something professional. A personal shopper, chef, or publicist. There are so many people the guys depend on every day.” Lorna shrugged. “Whoever she is, it’s not what you’re imagining.”
I pressed my lips together, fighting the sting in my eyes. “You think I’m overreacting.”
