B rad and I stand in front of the small crowd, and when I say small, I mean like ten people and we’re two of them. It’s disappointing, to say the least, and I feel slightly ridiculous in my sexiest dress, petticoat, and heels. I spent at least an hour getting ready for this, and I’ve seen bigger crowds for a junior high school girls’ volleyball game .

At least the guy from the newspaper is here. He said that we’ll make tomorrow’s weekly edition if I can give him a few good quotes. He’s sort of cute, in a nerdy way, but he seriously needs some work on his hair. From the looks of it around here, dog clippers are considered a viable tool for hacking everything down to a quarter-inch buzz cut . . . but I can’t do that .

Still, it’s our grand opening, and Councilman Jaxson Kennedy, the suited representative from the city council, stands next to us as I thank everyone for coming and welcoming us to their town. “When Brad and I first decided on Great Falls, the first thing some of our friends said was ‘Where?’ But over the past few months, we’ve found ourselves welcomed warmly by this beautiful town, and I can say I understand why they call this place the friendliest town in the US. Thank you, and I hope everyone enjoys the Triple B !”

There’s a round of light applause like it’s a golf tournament, and then Jaxson hands us a laughably large pair of fake scissors. We pose for the local newspaper reporter to take a picture, and I remind myself that I need to deliver some better quotes than what my welcoming speech apparently was. Brad and I cut through the large ribbon in front of us, and we’re officially open for business .

I take a moment as we step inside, deciding that ten people is enough. We’ve done it. I look over at Brad, and he’s feeling the same way. Our smiles are huge, stretching across our faces in amazement at what we’ve already accomplished, so excited to get rolling with our new lives and new business in our new town. Setting the giant scissors behind the counter, I invite everyone into the salon and begin to mingle with the few folks present, introducing myself to what could be our first customers .

I approach a stunning blonde woman whose highlights make me wonder who I’m up against in town. She’s seen someone with some good skills. Still, I know I can do better. I only hope that the people around Great Falls can tell the difference and be willing to pay for it too. I offer my hand and an introduction. “Hi! I’m McKayla, the Queen of Coifs, as my partner, Brad, calls me when he’s in a good mood. Nice to meet you .”

She shakes back, a polite smile warming her face. “Nice to meet you, McKayla. I’m Rose, your neighbor from a few doors down. I own the Mountain Rose Boutique store. Welcome to the ‘hood !”

“Thanks for the warm welcome. I’ll have to stop in to your store and see what you have. Admittedly, I get most of my stuff online, but it’d be great to get some things locally too .”

“I’d love to have you come by. So, Brad’s your partner ?”

I laugh, glancing over my shoulder at Brad, who’s being himself and already has a woman in his makeup chair doing a demonstration of his skills. “Trust me, it’s not that kind of partnership. Brad’s not into women .”

Rose chuckles. “So what does he call you when he’s not in a good mood ?”

I grin. “Let’s just say that Triple B has different meanings. I like to say it stands for Beautiful Badass Bitches . When Brad’s in a bad mood, the first two B’s can change to Basic Bossy Bitches , which is funny because we’re both anything but basic .”

Rose giggles, and I feel that click that tells me I’ve made a friend. She smiles, and it’s smooth conversation, putting me right at ease that I’ve done the right thing moving here and setting up shop, especially since her highlights are apparently natural. Not too many people are that lucky, that’s for damn sure, and I’m doubly lucky that I don’t have to worry about competition .

I shake hands with just about everyone, making sure I give the newspaper reporter plenty of good quotes. It’s easier than I thought. Talking with Rose has relaxed me, and I’m able to be more of myself. I try to avoid namedropping too much, but let’s face it, I’m trying to bring a little bit of Hollywood glamor, so I just try to be humble about it .

After the newspaper guy finishes up, snapping a pair picture with me and Brad, Jaxson comes over offering a pleased smile. “Well, Councilman,” I say, grinning, “what do you think? Think we’ll add something to Great Falls ?”

“I’d say things look like they’re going very well—maybe even get you some new business right off the bat. And please remember, just call me Jaxson. Maybe I can be your first customer .”

I nod politely, feeling like he’s being nice but getting a little tingle like he’s flirting a bit with me too. Normally, I don’t have a problem with it, but he just doesn’t do it for me. “Sure thing, Jaxson. Don’t want to steal you away from your current hairdresser, but I’d be happy to give you a cut and let you decide from there. I appreciate the city council welcoming us to town .”

“I don’t think my current barber would be too upset since he cuts the hair of most of the guys in town,” he says. Jaxson smiles, and again, there’s something in that smile that ticks a little circuit in my brain. “But he’s not nearly as pretty as you are, so I think I’d likely choose you even if you shaved me bald.” He leans in to whisper conspiratorially, “But please don’t .”

Yep, he’s definitely flirting with me now. I heard the compliment, but even as it’s an ego boost to be noticed, he just doesn’t light me up inside. No butterflies for the clean-cut guys. It’s one of the first things I learned about myself in high school when all the other girls were swooning over jocks and big-man-on-campus types. Those guys don’t do it for me .

Nope, I might be silly and I might be weird, but give me a rebel with—or without—a cause, a hellion, the brooding misfit who never walked the straight and narrow. Yeah, that’s the guy who’ll get me going, even when I know from experience that it’s a bad fucking idea and only leads to heartbreak. But it gets me every time. At least they’re usually honest about their fucked-uppedness .

My brain flips back to the asshole on the bike across the street. My eyes track over to the shop Brad told me he co-owns, but it’s closed. I can see the lights are on inside, so they must be open for business, but the big bay doors are pulled down. Yeah, that’s more my type of guy. Obviously, he’s got issues, including a huge one about nobody touching his damn bike .

If only he weren’t an asshole. I have a moment of disappointment, but before I can analyze it too much, I realize Jaxson is still talking. “ . . . been on the council here for years, grew up down in the community college area, but came north after I graduated, and I never left. I’m hoping I can use my business degree and council experience for advantage and become mayor, then who knows? Maybe go bigger for a state rep seat .”

I smile and nod, knowing that to most people, a sweet guy with ambition like Jaxson is a dream come true. He should be the type of guy every woman wants. He’s a respectable adult and all, but even tuning out for half of his speech, I’m already a teensy bit bored, if I’m honest with myself. All I can think of is the fact that any haircut I give this guy is going to be over styled, totally conservative, and as boring as watching what little grass there is underneath the front windows grow. It’ll be the kissing babies and shaking hands haircut, offensive to nobody except me and Brad .

Still, I want to be polite, and a customer is a customer. “That’s quite a life plan you’ve got there, Jaxson. Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out .”

Jaxson gives me another grin. “Yep, a one, five, and ten-year plan. Got to have both short-term and long-term goals and chase them with focused drive, sheer will, and hard work. It’s all part of the secret, you know? You have to ask, then visualize and believe, and you’ll receive it. Law of attraction and all, you know ?”

I distractedly fidget with my necklace, knowing I’ve stepped in the deep end now. I realize I’ve made a mistake when Jaxson’s eyes zoom in on the beads, just inches away from my cleavage. Shit, didn’t mean to do that. I lower my hand, regretting my accidental signal. I get it. I’ve got some legit boobs . . . but not everyone gets to see them .

“How about lunch after everyone filters out?” Jaxson asks. I’m just about to apologize and say no when he continues. “We can go to the diner and I can introduce you to most everyone in town. It’s a busy place for Saturday’s lunch rush .”

I so don’t want to do this. I’d rather be in the salon, trying to make my impression the old-fashioned way, giving haircuts that’ll leave people stunned and customer service that’ll leave them wanting more. But looking around, I see no one waiting, and I know Brad can handle anything that happens. I sigh inside, knowing that I need to do this for the business connections .

I don’t want to lead Jaxson on, but I do need to get out and get my face known. Suddenly, I’m struck with genius. To hell with it. We can officially open tomorrow. “You now what, Jaxson? That’d be great. Brad and I would really appreciate your introducing us to everyone. You really take your council role as welcome wagon seriously !”

Before he can correct me, I turn, hollering to Brad. “Hey, honeybuns!” I draw out the word to emphasize the endearment on purpose. “Jaxson offered to introduce us to some folks over lunch. Isn’t that nice of him ?”

Brad looks at me, immediately hearing our code word for “rescue me” that has come in handy more than once at a club when a guy wouldn’t take the subtle hint and go away. It’s a desperate plan, but hey, whatever works .

Brad straightens up, adding a little bit of bass to his voice. “Why yes, dear. That is rather nice.” He looks at me with a shit-eating grin and I know he got the message .

I also know that once he and I get to hang out alone again, I’m so going to hear about this .