Old Dogs and New Tricks by Argentina Ryder

She grinned and pressed some bills into his hand as a gratuity. You’re in charge here.Īn hour later, the older woman beamed at him and peeked at her reflection as she presented her credit card to the receptionist. Jessica’s eyes closed as Nolan made his plans. You’ll see a lot more volume back here, too. It’ll be a little shorter than we usually do your hair, but we need to get rid of all these shredded ends. Nolan pulled some strands and worked out how much hair he had to work with-her granddaughter had gone to town with the scissors. What do you think about trying a stacked bob? We can keep some of these layers and it will give you a lot of movement. Nolan ran his hands through her hair and stared at her reflection in the wide mirror at his stylist’s station. You’ll be the first to hear all the juicy details. Then she smiled, at ease now that she was in the salon chair. She got some idea in her head to style me up for a family portrait-you being unavailable and all, she said, her mouth turned into a pout. Jessica groaned and collapsed into the chair. What happened? Who did this to you? Nolan touched a strand of dry hair and frowned. After setting the broom down, he reached out and hugged her. But even the wicked need their rest, you know that, Jess.

The older woman’s tresses resembled a shredded party wig. Nolan finished sweeping up around his chair and tried not to snicker as she advanced on him. She pointed at her hair and ignored the astonished looks from the other patrons. Where have you been? she asked, one hand on her hip. Jessica Cruz strolled into Nadine’s Salon, pushed past the flustered girl at the front counter and walked straight toward Nolan Reynolds and his stylist’s chair.

Old Dogs and New Tricks by Argentina Ryder