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"""The water hit Adrian Cole before Madison Reed finished deciding whether he deserved it.
She tipped the white paper cup over his head with a quick, irritated turn of her wrist, emptying everything left inside. Cold water struck his scalp, flattened his long dark hair against his face, ran through his short beard, and sheeted over the tattoos climbing his throat and disappearing beneath the torn collar of his black shirt. Some of it splashed against the dark frame of his wheelchair. The rest struck the sidewalk hard enough to scatter around Madison’s silver heels.
Brooke Hayes pointed before she laughed.
Ashley Monroe laughed too, though hers came a fraction late and disappeared behind the hand she raised to her mouth.
Adrian did not lift his arms. He did not recoil. He did not wipe his face.
That seemed to annoy Madison more than anger would have.
Rain clicked against the salon windows behind her. Her deep-red satin dress had darkened slightly along the hem, and she shifted one foot away from the water running toward her shoe.
“Maybe now you’ll understand,” she said. “You don’t belong here.”
The empty cup remained tilted in her hand.
For two seconds Adrian watched water drip from its rim.
Then his eyes traveled upward.
Not his head. Only his eyes.
Madison’s expression changed so slightly that Brooke missed it.
Adrian let the silence sit between them.
“You really should’ve asked who owns the building.”
Brooke made a short sound that might have been another laugh.
Madison leaned toward him.
“You?” she said. “That’s adorable.”
Ashley did not laugh this time.
Something behind Madison had caught her attention.
Through the rain-speckled glass of Luxe Hair Studio, a woman in black was moving toward the entrance with none of the measured grace she had carried all afternoon. Evelyn Hart had spent twenty-seven years mastering the art of never appearing hurried. She could handle two stylists calling out sick, a bride crying over six inches of hair, a plumbing leak over the shampoo stations, and a celebrity client arriving forty minutes late without seeming to increase her pulse.
Now she was running.
Ashley’s fingers closed around Brooke’s bare arm.
“Why is the owner running toward him?”
Brooke’s laughter stopped.
The glass door opened so quickly that the brass handle hit the rubber stopper with a hard knock.
Evelyn stepped into the rain.
Her eyes went first to Adrian.
Then to the water dripping from his hair.
Then to Madison’s empty cup.
For perhaps half a second, Evelyn simply stood there.
Madison turned with the confidence of someone who had never once imagined that another woman might fail to take her side.
“Perfect,” she said. “Please get this man away from your salon.”
Evelyn did not look at her.
She came down the shallow threshold, nearly slipping on the wet stone, caught herself on the doorframe, and moved beside Adrian’s wheelchair.
“Mr. Cole…”
Her breath was short.
“I didn’t know you were coming.”
Brooke lowered her coffee.
Ashley’s eyes widened.
Madison’s fingers loosened on the cup.
Adrian looked at Evelyn, then slowly back at Madison.
“I wanted to see how my new tenants treated people when they thought nobody important was watching.”
For the first time since Adrian had seen her, Madison Reed had no answer.
The city kept moving anyway.
A bus sighed at the light half a block away. A delivery cyclist swore at a taxi. Rainwater spilled from an awning onto the sidewalk. Someone inside the salon had stopped a hair dryer, leaving a strange pocket of quiet behind the glass.
A young stylist near the reception desk was holding her phone chest-high.
Adrian noticed the phone.
So did Madison.
Her face changed before she could prevent it.
“Were you recording?”
The stylist lowered the phone.
“I—no. I mean, I got some of it.”
Madison took one step toward the door.
Adrian’s hand closed around the wheel rim.
He did not move.
He did not need to.
Evelyn turned at last.
“Madison.”
The word was quiet.
It stopped her more effectively than shouting would have.
“What?”
“Go inside.”
Madison blinked.
“You cannot be serious.”
“Inside.”
Brooke looked down at the lid of her coffee as if it contained instructions.
Ashley remained beside her, shoulders slightly hunched against the rain.
Madison stared at Evelyn, then at Adrian.
“You’re actually doing this?”
Evelyn’s jaw tightened.
“I’m asking you to go inside.”
“That man was sitting outside your entrance.”
“Yes.”
“He looked—”
She stopped.
Adrian looked at her.
Madison recovered.
“He was making clients uncomfortable.”
“No,” Ashley said.
Everyone turned.
Ashley’s mouth remained slightly open after the word left it, as though she had surprised herself.
Madison gave her a warning look.
Ashley glanced away.
“I mean… he wasn’t doing anything.”
“That isn’t the point.”
“What is the point?” Adrian asked.
Madison looked back at him.
He was wet enough now that water had collected in the folds of his torn black shirt. One strand of hair lay across his cheek. He made no attempt to move it.
Madison crossed her arms, then seemed to remember the cup and kept one hand awkwardly at her side.
“The point is that there are businesses here,” she said. “People pay a lot of money to come here. You can’t just sit in front of the door looking like…”
She stopped again.
Adrian waited.
“Like what?”
Brooke shut her eyes for a moment.
“Madison,” she murmured.
“What? We’re all thinking it.”
“No,” Ashley said.
Madison turned toward her.
“No?”
Ashley’s throat moved.
“I wasn’t.”
“You were laughing.”
The rain suddenly sounded louder.
Ashley looked at the pavement.
“Yes.”
There was nothing noble in the admission. No dramatic certainty arrived with it. She looked embarrassed and cold and angry with herself.
“Yes,” she repeated. “I was.”
Madison gave a small humorless laugh.
“Oh, please.”
Evelyn stepped between the women and Adrian.
“Inside. All of you.”
Adrian spoke before anyone moved.
“Evelyn.”
She turned.
May you like
“Is there somewhere I can dry off?”
The question seemed to wound her more than anything else he had said.
