Chapter Sixteen
MILES WALKED INTO THE nail salon with some trepidation, but was relieved to see that it was a very businesslike, clean décor. “I thought it might look like the Beauty Box salon where you get your hair done,” he murmured.
“It’s not nearly as fussy or prissy,” agreed Myrtle.
Nicole came over to greet them, wearing a sparkly red top and black capris. “Good to see you two! What can I do for you?”
“I thought I’d get a pedicure today. I suppose I should match the color with my manicure or I might look quite wild. And I was able to talk Miles into a men’s manicure, if there’s someone available who can help him with that.”
“Absolutely,” said Nicole briskly. “Follow me.”
Myrtle grabbed the bottle of nail polish and retreated into the back of the salon as Miles sat down with a
