The Last Chance Collection by Hope Ramsay

Author:Hope Ramsay [RAMSAY, HOPE]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2015-05-19T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

20

Sarah hadn’t managed to get Tulane’s phone number from Ruby. She’d confessed all her sins, and the members of the Committee to Resurrect Golfing for God had absolved her of all wrongdoing. Except for the pink car memo, which they all agreed was an idiotic way to wreak revenge but which had, nevertheless, turned out to be a brilliant piece of marketing.

Sarah had lost count of the glasses of sweet tea she’d consumed while Jane did her nails and Ruby added highlights to her hair. But she had failed in her mission.

Sarah firmed her resolve. When Ruby finished blow-drying her hair, she would make a stand. She would get Tulane’s phone number.

And just then, the bell above the Cut ’n Curl’s door jangled.

Sarah looked into the mirror, which reflected the door, to see what new denizen of Last Chance had come by to gossip. The shop seemed to be overflowing with ladies this morning. Most of them weren’t even getting their hair done.

But it wasn’t one of the female residents of Last Chance. No, this visitor was definitely male. And the minute Tulane walked into that shop, Sarah’s autonomic nervous system went haywire.

He wore his favorite Alabama T-shirt and looked like he’d rolled right out of bed this morning. A cowlick stood straight up in the back of his head that would have made him look about twelve—except for the day-old beard darkening his cheeks. Sarah’s fingers itched to push that little tuft of hair back into its place. God, she loved the feel of his hair against her palm.

She ached with the thought that she would never touch him that way again. It was over between them.

She needed to apologize and then go home to Boston.

Ruby shut off the blow-dryer, and Sarah hopped down from the chair, still wearing her beauty shop drape. She turned and met him face-to-face.

“Tulane. This is a surprise.”

“Not as big a surprise as finding you here.” His drawl was deep and did something wicked to her insides. She loved him. She wanted to fall into him. But he was angry. The little muscle along his jaw was working. And when his muscle twitched like that, it was a warning sign.

“I was going to call you. Just as soon as your mother gave me your phone number.”

Tulane’s sober gaze flicked over the gallery of Last Chance ladies, who were following the conversation like spectators of a close tennis match. Sarah was suddenly glad for the audience. She was going to prostrate herself, and having witnesses was probably part of the penance she needed to serve before she could clear her conscience and move on with her life.

So she reached deep for that quiet authority that Grandmother Howland always possessed when faced with a difficult situation.

“I need to apolo—” They spoke in unison.

“What do you need to apologize for?” Sarah said.

“For believing that crap Deidre told me yesterday. I read that memo you wrote, Sarah. I’m still trying to understand how a person like you could write a thing like that.

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