I did an about-face toward the front door and wondered where Sebastian had disappeared to. My staff followed me. I had a feeling they already knew what I was about to see.
I stepped out onto the sidewalk. My mouth opened without words.
Hunter and Sebastian stood shoulder-to-shoulder in front of a midnight-blue vintage Lincoln Continental that could have been a sibling to my Elvis. The engine was running, and the car was pointed toward the airport.
I ran toward Sebastian, grabbed the keys, dashed around. “She’s stunning.” Then it struck me. She was from the three—Dexter, Hunter, and Sebastian. “I’m going to name her Priscilla. My Elvis would have liked that.”
“Sure thing, Toots.” Hunter winked with a thumb up.
Sebastian laughed. “Abso-bloody-lutely, babe.”
“Thank you,” I called back. “Priscilla and I are going for a freedom spin.” I slid into the front seat, stepped on the brake, shifted into drive, and latched onto a bedazzled-pink-fur steering wheel cover. I glanced into the rearview mirror and watched them all waving goodbye. I wanted to wrap them all up and take them with me.
That’s when it hit me like a boot kick: I’d forgotten to pack the other most important thing in my arsenal of living: Hairspray.
Damn.
I drove around the block and pulled up in front of the Salon. “Aussie, grab a can of hairspray. You’re with me.”
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