Scorching Summit

When Sam stormed back into the salon less than thirty minutes later, her glowing smile was gone, replaced with a look of disbelief. Jamie put down her scissors and hesitantly asked, “Sweetie, you good?”

“What is he doing here, Jamie?” Sam demanded, trying to keep her voice calm.

Jamie looked down at the man in her chair, “Mr. Duncan? He’s my standing 10:00 appointment on the first of every month. I’m not sure I…” 

“Not Mr. Duncan, Jamie, ANDREW!” She didn’t mean to, but his name came out hysterical.

Jamie flinched, glad she had the forethought to put down her shears. “Andrew Reese?” she asked.

“Yes, Andrew Reese! Remember him? The guy who took my virginity!” Mr. Duncan looked taken aback by her outburst and Mrs. Polinski audibly gasped, but Sam didn't care. “What the hell, Jamie! How could you not tell me he lived here.”

“When you got the job I asked you if it was going to bother you to see him again and you said no!” Jamie responded, defensively. “You said you were ok with it and that it was a good thing you’ve gotten hotter because he’ll get to see exactly what he’s been missing. Then you told me to never speak his name to you again!”

“Yeah, but I thought I’d run into him at some point down the road. I thought he worked in the city with his dad and I might have to see him one day when he came to visit his family. I didn’t know he lived here or that I’d have to see him every day. Jamie, he's a goddamn firefighter!”