Playing The Game (The York Bombers Book 1) by Lisa B. Kamps

Author:Lisa B. Kamps [Kamps, Lisa B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BimHaven Press
Published: 2017-02-13T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Courtney ran a comb through the girl's wet hair then pulled a few strands through her fingers, eyeing the length. She made a few quick snips with her scissors and released the strands, then repeated the process.

The motions were smooth, almost hypnotic. Therapeutic, even.

"So what are you going to do?"

Courtney leaned across the girl—she thought her name was Shannon—and grabbed another pair of scissors from her work tray. "I have no idea."

"Well, I think you should go." Beth met her eyes in the large mirror and winked, then used her scissors to even the length of her own client's hair. "It'll be fun. Lord knows, you deserve to have some fun."

"My idea of fun is not being forced to spend time with a bunch of people I don't know. People I don't want to know and that I'll never see again."

"Well, you're going. That's all there is to it." Beth paused, shot her another meaningful look in the mirror. "Because Noah needs to go."

Leave it to Beth to get right to the point and throw that out there. Courtney wanted to disagree with her. Noah didn't need to go. In fact, Noah was the main reason she didn't want to go. She was afraid it would be too much for him. Too overwhelming, too hectic, just…too much, period.

Harland didn't see it that way.

He didn't see anything wrong with throwing Noah into the midst of a bunch of strangers. Add in the fact that the strangers—and everyone else—would be on skates…on the ice…skating…it was a bad idea. Period. Only Courtney seemed to be the only person who thought so. Even her mother thought it was a good idea, a chance for Noah to spend more time with his father. Of course, her mother also thought it was a good idea because that meant Courtney would be spending more time with Harland.

No, she hadn't said as much. At least, not in plain old English. But she knew her mother was hoping that this would somehow get Courtney and Harland back together. Her mother was still convinced—even after everything that happened—that they belonged together. That they were meant to be together.

Nothing was further from the truth. Courtney had no intention of ever getting back with Harland. Of even thinking of getting back with him. There was too much history. Too much pain—and absolutely no trust.

So what if he'd kissed her? It was a kiss, nothing more. It wouldn't happen again, even if she couldn't stop thinking about it.

Thinking about why it happened.

"Ow." The girl in her chair grimaced and moved her head.

"Oh. Sorry." Courtney gentled her hold on the girl's hair and forced herself to relax—and to stop thinking of Harland and any ulterior motives he might have.

"You're going. No more discussion so you might as well just resign yourself to it."

"Beth, I don't think—"

"Well I think she's right." Shannon's bright eyes caught hers in the mirror. "I think it's so romantic. You just have to go."

Courtney paused with the scissors mid-air. "Romantic?"

"Totally.

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