I walked into Sadie’s salon and looked around. Thoughts of Rose and her pink hair popped into my head, and I wondered if she did it herself, or maybe she had been in here.
“Well, well, well, show me the money,” Simon, Sadie’s brother, purred.
“Morning, Simon. Sadie around?”
“Sorry, you get me today.”
“I set the appointment with Sadie,” I pushed.
“You sure did, but she isn’t feeling well. Probably be out for a week,” he said as he flitted around the room, avoiding me.
I grabbed his arm as he passed. “What happened?” I growled.
Simon looked me in the eye now and said, “Ran into a door.”
“That motherfucker.” I turned toward the door, and Simon slipped around me, blocking my path.
“Hold on there, Cash. She doesn’t want the club involved.”
“She doesn’t have a fucking choice.” I moved Simon aside just as Jonah Martin walked in. His eyes narrowed at the hand I had on Simon. It was a good indication that Jonah would fit into the club.
“Look, Cash, I want that asshole to pay as much as you do. But until she’s ready, there is nothing we can do.”
“And if she ends up dead?” I hissed.
“That won’t happen,” Simon said and turned back toward his station.
“You don’t know that, Simon,” I argued, following him.
“I do. There are things in place to protect her. Trust me. My sister is proud, but I’m fucking sneaky.”
I let it go for now.
“You had a little pixie with pink hair come in here?”
Simon bustled around. “Can’t say I have. I would remember a little thing like her,” Simon deadpanned, and I knew she had been here. Maybe she wasn’t here for Amber after all.
Simon grabbed a black cape and said, “Come sit down. Jonah, honey, have a seat next to Cash.”
Simon grabbed another cape and draped it over my shoulders, clipping it in the back. “I am just going to step outside for a quick smoke break.”
“You don’t smoke, Simon,” I reminded him.
He winked at me. “Thinking of taking it up so when a certain someone finally puts his mouth on me, I won’t notice the smoke in his.”
“You could just convince him to stop smoking.” I knew who Simon was referring to. The man didn’t think anyone knew his preferences, but King and I had known him a long-ass time.
“The man won’t even talk to me. You think he’ll do what I say?”
Simon stepped outside, leaving Jonah and me to talk in private.
“Colt said you approached him about prospecting?”
“Yea.”
“You approach anyone else?” I watched him through the mirror that extended the length of the wall in front of each station.
“No, sir. Waited to see what Colt said.”
