Tangled Fury (8 page)

“He really loves her, doesn’t he?” I said to Arlene.

“How can you not love her?”

I smiled.

Fred looked back at us. “By the way, y
ou two ladies – don’t go too far. Dinner will be ready shortly.”

“
Sounds good, Fred.” She looked at me and began removing her other gardening glove. “You know, I’m going to run home and wash up. I’ll return in a few.”

“I’d
better change my clothes, too,” I answered, looking down at my outfit.

She began walking towards her yard.
“Yes, relax now, you’re home.”

I really was…

“I’ll let Fred know that you’ll be back,” I called, walking towards the house. As I stepped through the sliding glass door and into the kitchen, Fred handed me my cell phone.

“Looks like you’ve missed some calls.”

“Five from the same caller,” I said, biting my lower lip. “Hmm… The number shows ‘Private’ and isn’t listed. God, I just hate that.”

“
I know. It’s probably just a telemarketer trying to sell you something. You know how persistent they can be.”

“
Maybe. Whoever it was didn’t leave a message. So, I’m sure it wasn’t
that
important.”

He opened up the refrigerator and took out the bowl of potato salad.
“Hey, it could be your new boss.”

“I’m pretty sure he would have left
a message.”

“What did you think of him?”

“He seemed okay. You’ve known him for a while?”

“Grew up with his father, although I don’t know Than
e very well. Sam knows him better than I do.”

“Yeah, I heard
that he was going to cater the Christmas party this year.”

“For that swanky salon?” His eyes twinkled
. “Now
that
should be interesting.”

“Sam’s a good cook.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, but he’s a fry cook. Not a caterer.”

“Mom had mentioned that
he’d wanted to be a caterer,” I said, thinking back to that conversation. “She wanted to help him get started.”

“
I didn’t know that,” he replied, smiling. “My brother the caterer. Huh.”

“
So, where’s Emma?” I asked, looking around the kitchen.

“She went to the bathroom.
”

I plugged my phone into the wall charger.
“It’s odd that someone would call five times and not leave a message, isn’t it?”

He shrugged. “Maybe they realized they had the wrong number. I wouldn
’t think too hard about it.”

“What if it’s Ray?”
I said, lowering my voice. “What if he’s found us, again?”

“Now, don’t get into a pa
nic, Sera,” he replied calmly. “There isn’t anything linking you to this place. And because we were able to hook you up with a new last name and social security number, Ray shouldn’t be able to find you. Unless he has connections we don’t know about.”

“I don’t think he does. Not like yours, at least.”

Thank goodness for Fred and his connections. Because of his friendship with someone in the FBI, I’d been able to pretty much take on a new identity, allowing me to register for the nail technician course, and place Emma back into school without putting us on the
grid
, as Fred liked to call it.

“John and I go all the way back to Vietnam. We’re like this,” he said, crossing his fingers. “I doubt Ray knows what a true friend is, let alone one with as much power as my guy.”

I felt myself relax. I was obviously being paranoid. Someone had the wrong number. There were only a handful of people who had my new cell phone number. And although it was new to me, it was more than likely recycled. The calls could have been for the previous owner.

“What about Sam?” I asked
, still not quite unable to let it go. “Have you talked to him lately?” I hadn’t spoken to him for a couple of weeks. We’d been keeping in touch, although the only thing we really talked about was mom. He was still having a hard time getting over her death. For me, it was tragic and I missed her dearly, but I wasn’t constantly reminded of her death every time I walked into work or went home to sleep. He’d admitted to me several times that when he wasn’t thinking about her during the day, she haunted his dreams.

“
Yes. I talked to him this morning. Told him about our engagement. He says ‘hello’, by the way.”

“
He must be excited for you and Arlene. How is he doing?”

“Not bad. He started seeing a woman from his church. Their relationship is platonic at the moment, but he really likes her. He’s hoping she wants to be more than friends, but is taking his time.”

“Sam is such a nice man,” I said, feeling my chest tighten. “He deserves to find someone to share his life with.”

“I agree.”

Emma walked back into the kitchen and Fred handed her four plates.

“Mommy, it’s not ready yet. We’ll tell you when it is,” she scolded.

I saluted her. “Yes ma’am. I’ll go and change and wait for your call.”

She set the first plate on
to the table and glanced at me. “Don’t forget to wash your hands.”

“Oh, I certainly won’t,” I replied, laughing. 

Fred winked at me. “Sometimes you’ve gotta wonder - who’s taking care of who?”

“Believe me, she’s definitely taking care of me,” I replied, patting his
shoulder as I left the kitchen.

Sera

The weekend flew by quickly. When Monday arrived, I dropped Emma off at school, and then headed to the salon. When I arrived, Thane was behind the front desk, this time dressed in a black, short-sleeved polo shirt with the company’s name and logo etched near the collar. The shirt fit snugly, emphasizing his thick biceps and narrow waist. He was definitely an eye-opening sight for a Monday morning.

“You ready?” he asked,
also giving me a quick once-over.

  
I caught my reflection in the mirror, behind the counter, and felt a twinge of shame. My hair was once again pulled back tightly, I wore hardly any makeup, which made me look pale, and even I could see that the thick brown glasses overpowered my face. Basically, I pretty much now looked like an old spinster, or what Ray would often label as a “Cat Lady”. But, in reality, that didn’t matter. Deep down I knew that the dull image in the mirror had to stay. I certainly couldn’t afford to be vain or worry about what others thought of me.

“Yes,” I replied, forcing a smile.

He picked up a large white mug and held it out. “You a coffee drinker? We have a fresh batch in the break-room, if you’d like a little kick-start.”

“No. I’m
fine.”

“Okay, w
ell, let’s go bring you back to your work area and you can start getting settled in. Did you bring your supplies?”

“
I left them in the car. I wasn’t sure if I should bring them in right away, or wait.”

His eyebrows shot up.
“Wait? For what?”

I smiled sheepishly.
“I don’t know. To make sure you still wanted me here, I guess.”

He stared at me for a minute and then shook his head, smiling
humorlessly. “Hell, that guy really did a number on you, didn’t he?”

“What do you mean?”

“Ray,” he said, lowering his voice. “The guy obviously stole your confidence and has made you so damn insecure.”

He was right, obviously, but it made me uncomfortable, having him scrutin
ize me like that. “He definitely wasn’t easy to live with. Another reason why I would prefer to not talk about him.”

“I can understand
why. Let’s go.”

I fo
llowed him around the partition, where he introduced me to a couple of the other stylists. One of them, a pretty redhead named Sinclair, looked vaguely familiar. It wasn’t until I was alone with Thane, in the break-room, that I learned exactly why.

“Listen, Sera
,” he said in a low voice. “Sinclair has also been through a horrible ordeal recently. Something that put her in the hospital.”

“That’s horrible,” I replied. “What happened?”

“To put it bluntly, some asshole stalked and then kidnapped her. She’s been trying to put it behind her, but I’m sure it hasn’t been easy.”

I stared at him
in horror. “Kidnapped?”

“Yes. Near Huntington Beach. It
was all over the news a couple of weeks ago. Anyway, the reason I’m even mentioning this is that sometimes we get reporters in here, still trying to interview her, and it’s important to let me know if that happens. We need to protect her from those assholes. She’s already been through enough.”

It was then that I remembered seeing a pi
cture of her on the news and the story came back to me.

“He died, didn’t he?”

“Apparently.”

I let out a ragged sigh. “Well, I guess she must take some comfort in knowing that he’s gone.”

“Yeah. There’s that. But, she’s still pretty spooked. I didn’t know her before the incident, but everyone says she’s a different person. Won’t leave her apartment, unless it’s to come to work. It’s a damn shame that she has to live in fear like that.”

“When something
that terrifying happens, it changes you,” I said, remembering the trusting and carefree person I once was, before Ray had squashed that.

Thane’s
eyes softened. “I’m sure you know more than anyone. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to go through such a violent and traumatic experience.”

The door opened a
nd Felicia walked into the break-room. “Thane, there’s a man asking for you up front. Says he’s from some place called
New Spaces Design
.”

He grinned. “Good. He’s here to give me an estimate for my office.”

“Why?” asked Felicia.

He walked towards the door. “I’m changing it. The style in there now just isn’t doing anything for me
.”

“Let me guess -
you want to put a moose head and some pine flooring inside,” said Felicia, teasing him. “Maybe a bear-skin rug?”

“Wow, you really have me pegged, don’t you?” he said, walking out.

Smirking, Felicia turned to me and changed the subject. “Did Monica give you a call you yet?”

“Oh, that’s right. No, she hasn’t. I’d better get my station set up
. In case she wants to do it today.”

“I’ve been handing out your business cards. Already had two appointments this morning. Hopefully, you’
ll be getting some clients soon.”

I smiled. “Thank you s
o much, Felicia. I appreciate your help.”

She shrugged.
“We help each other out here as much as we can. We’re like one big family.”

“It seems that way. Still, t
hank you for spreading the word. I’ll definitely return the favor. Uh, both businesses you’re running. If and when someone tells me they need a vibrator,” I said, laughing. I couldn’t imagine how the subject would come up with a client, but something told me that it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibilities. Not here.

“Oh, that reminds me. I’m having a girls-only
adult
toy
party next Saturday night. You can check out the merchandise and even make a purchase if you’d like. I had one a couple of months ago and we had such a great time.”

“Uh, I’m not sure if I can make it this weekend. I’d have to find a sitter…”

“Girl, you
gotta
try. We have a blast at these things. There’s going to be about fifteen to twenty of us. Might even hire a stripper, just to get the girls in the mood to buy, you know?”

“Oh, wow
. Great marketing idea.”

“
Exactly. One of my clients is a male stripper and he said he’d give me a deal if I ever needed one. The more I think about it, the better it sounds. I think I’d better give him a call.”

“Nice.”

“Oh, he is and
fine
…. Anyway, I’m sure you can drum up more nail business if you join us. There’s no obligation to buy anything, either. We just drink wine, stuff our faces, and laugh our asses off all night long.”

She was being so friendly
, that I decided to see if I could get Arlene to watch Emma, since Fred was playing poker that night. “It does sound like a lot of fun. I promise - if I can find a sitter, I’ll be there.”

“Good. I think most of the girls from the shop will
also be there. Oh, and a friend of ours named Jesse. He’s a hoot. You’ll love him.”

“I thought you said it was a girls-only party.”

“Jesse is the one exception.”

Sinclair walked into the b
ack room. “You talking about your sex-toy party again?”

“Yes. I invited Sera.”

She looked at me and smiled. “Good. You’ll love it.”

“Are you going?” I asked.

Her smile fell. “I’m not sure. I… um, I was going to take Felix over to the cat-groomer, earlier in the day, so I don’t know. He’s getting a lot of knots in his fur and I’m thinking of having it trimmed.”

“
Okay… but what does
that
have to do with Saturday
night
?” asked Felicia.

“If he gets his fur shaved, like last time, he
’ll be upset and will need some extra TLC.”

Felicia rolled her eyes. “So, you’re going to stay home with your cat for… moral support?”

She blushed. “He’s very sensitive. You know that.”

“Yeah, so I’ve heard.”
Felicia touched her arm. “You have to show up, Sinclair. It just wouldn’t be the same without you.”

She sighed.
“I’ll try. It’s just not a really good time, you know?”

Felicia’s brown eyes softened.
“I know. I know. But, sometimes, surrounding yourself with friends and laughter is what makes a bad time a little more manageable. Don’t you agree, Sera?”

“Definitely,” I said, thinking of Fred and Arlene.
Their friendship had definitely been therapeutic.

“
Like I said, I’ll let you know by the weekend,” replied Sinclair, turning towards the soda machine. She slid some quarters inside, pushed a button, and then bent down to retrieve her can. “I mean, I’m sure I’ll be there. Jesse will hound the hell out of me if I don’t go.”

Fel
icia’s eyes glittered. “That’s another reason why I invited him.”

“You’re evil,” said Si
nclair, popping open the diet soda.

Felicia laughed. “Did you ever doubt that I wasn’t?”

“You told me a while ago that you were manipulative bitch,” she replied, shaking her head with a smile. “And I should have listened.”

“
Damn right, and you aint seen nothin’ yet,” said Felicia, looking at her long nails. “I’ve invited Grayson Parker Field’s sister. Her brother is so fine and from what I hear, newly single.”

“Who is that?”
asked Sinclair.

“A football player,” I answered.

They both looked at me in surprise.

“You watch football?” asked Felicia.

I blushed. “No. My Ex watched it and I remember hearing the name come up a few times. I believe he scores lots of goals?”

Felicia smiled wickedly. “That’s what I hear, too. I’m hoping to invite him to my field one of these days.”

“How do you know his sister?” asked Sinclair.

“I’ve been doing her hair for the past six months and just found out last week. She told me he’s getting a divorce. Apparently, his wife cheated on him. Can you believe it? His wife cheated on
that
sexy beast?”

“How long were they married?” I asked.

“I’m not sure. I didn’t ask. I was too excited at the time. So, I invited her to the party on Saturday, and I swear to God - I’m going to try and find a way for her to hook us up.”

“What if she gets angry?” said Sinclair. “She’ll think you’re using her.”

“Remember, I’m a manipulative bitch? When I’m done with her, she’s going to not only going to introduce us, she’ll be begging him to ask me out.”

Sinclair snorted.

Felicia put a hand on her waist. “You doubt I can do it?”

“Look, you’re a very beautiful woman, Felicia, but I’m sure he has tons of women hitting on him all the time. And now that he’s single…”

“Don’t matter. I love a challenge. It makes it that much more enjoyable when I win the prize.”

I looked up at the clock. It was already after ten, and I still hadn’t been to my station
. “Shoot, it’s getting late. I’m going to get my area set up, before Thane changes his mind about letting me work here.” I looked at Felicia.  “Thanks for inviting me to the party and spreading the word. I wasn’t even aware that I had business cards yet.”

Felicia smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I saw them on Thane’s desk this morning and grabbed a couple. I didn’t think you’d mind.

“Not at all. I just can’t wait to see them myself.”

Laughing, s
he reached into her apron and pulled one out. “Here you go.”

I took it
from her and frowned when I noticed the name imprinted under the company logo. “He spelled my first name wrong.”

He’d spelled it Sara and not Sera.

Felicia clucked her tongue. “Oh, shit. Thane’s first FAIL. And he strives on being so perfect. I love it.”

I sighed. “
Well, it’s really not that big of a deal,” I said. “I’ll whiten out the ‘a’ and handwrite the ‘e’. No need to waste the cards.”

“Of course it’s a big deal,” said Sinclair, grabbing the card out of my hand. “You’d better tell him.
He can definitely afford to buy you new ones.”

“Plus, ha
ndwriting the ‘e’ will look cheap. Just tell him,” added Felicia.

I stared down at the card again.
She was right. It would look cheap. “Okay.”

“Besides, I think he’ll do anything for you,” said Felicia, smirking.

My eyebrows shot up. “What? What do you mean by that?”

“
Haven’t you noticed? He can’t seem to stop staring at you,” she said, smiling slyly. “I think he may have the hots for you, girl.”