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WHITLEY
The first thing I did when I got home was squeeze in an appointment at the hair salon. I left Sunday afternoon with a fresh cotton-candy pink do that I adored. The blonde had been fun for the week, but I hadn’t negotiated hair color into my contract for nothing. I wanted to be fresh for Monday when I finally had that conversation with Gavin.
I was adding curls to the left side of my head and wondering how this conversation was going to go. Gavin’s grandmother’s ring was on a ring tray beside the sink. I’d slipped it off this morning. I couldn’t explain why I’d kept it on all day yesterday … even when I went to my hair appointment. My stylist had nearly had a fit.
I stared at it as I finished my hair. I bit my lip and reached for it. The thing literally fit like it had been m
