Grinning now might invoke a cleaver threat. “Most women have their hair cut within that timeframe. Men even sooner.”
She clenched her teeth in sheer horror. “Seriously? I was lucky if I managed to sneak off to the mall to get a quick cut once a year in Miami when I knew I’d exhausted my abilities with the scissors.”
The mall?
She actually shuddered this time. “You’re a chef, not a barber, and while I know you don’t like grooming, think of it as part of your campaign to win a Michelin star. You’ll be press ready. After all, you keep your chef’s uniform spic-and-span.”
Her nose scrunched up in distaste. “I do. Hair always seemed different. Hats go with our uniform. Huh… You’ve given me something to consider.”
“See how the haircut goes. We can decide then.”
“Great!” Her voice held a false note of excitement. “I’ll let you get on with your day. Thanks for the help. Tell Axel hi for me, and don’t forget about the trees.”
What world had she landed in that Madison was suggesting sweetheart gifts?
“I won’t. I’ll text you with the info for the items we discussed. Feel free to ask me for anything. We’re all here to help. Operation Madison aside, you’re my friend.”
A smile flickered over her mouth. “Same goes. You and Axel want something to eat at Nanine’s, I could arrange takeout.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “You really are getting mushy.”
“I know.” A lopsided smile flitted over her face before she gave an awkward wave. “See you, Brooke.”
As she walked away, Brooke couldn’t help calling, “When you finally want to do some shopping, let me know. I have ideas about your wardrobe.”
Madison spun around with a grin and covertly gave her the bird. “Nice try, but I’m not that far gone.”
Wasn’t she? Brooke watched her march down the street, a silly smile playing on her mouth. She and Madison had just had a café. Alone. And she was setting up special events for her involving puppies and hair.
What was next?
