While she’s sitting at the counter in Starbucks waiting for her drink, her phone rings. She doesn’t check the number—who’d be calling her at this hour?—but answers as if she’s still in the salon. “Thank you for calling Blossom. What can I book you for today?”
“Um…” The woman on the other line hesitates, as if she isn’t sure she called the right number. After a long moment, she asks, “I’m looking for a Dayla Jeffreys?”
“This is she.” Dayla sits up taller, suddenly interested. Maybe she’ll get a morning client after all.
More sure of herself, the caller says, “Oh good. I didn’t realize you’d given your work number.”
“My…” At first Dayla isn’t sure what the woman is talking about. Given her number when?
Then it hits her—the cat sitter job! She put her cell number on the application. And
