Magic in Our Hearts by Jeanne Mccann Page A

incredibly beautiful. I thought we could hike a couple of days a week. It’s good for your legs and back.”
    Brett didn’t respond as she started to follow Taylor down the path. Taylor didn’t miss the slight smile on Brett’s face, and it made her heart trip in her chest.
    She was beginning to heal. Slowly but surely, Brett was healing.

 
    CHAPTER 12
    “I want just a little bit taken off the tops and sides. I don’t want it too short.” Brett nervously rambled on as they entered the hair salon.
    Taylor stood next to her smiling the whole time. For two very good reasons, Brett was very uncomfortable getting her hair styled in town. One was the woman at the front desk whom Brett had known intimately for a couple of weeks of fun and games. The other reason was because coming into town required her to interact with people, something she had been avoiding for over two years.
    “Hi, baby, long time no see.” Rachel slid her hand up Brett’s stomach as she moved against her, a sexy smile on her face. Brett snagged the hand before it drifted much higher and pushed the woman away.
    “Uh, hi Rach, how are you?” Her more than amorous greeting had been unexpected and unwanted.
    “Good, but I’d feel much better if we could get together some night. I’ve missed you.” Rachel’s eyes were locked onto Brett’s face. Taylor felt all but invisible as she watched the woman attempting to seduce Brett in a very public way.
    Taylor’s hackles rose, and anger made her blue eyes shoot sparks.
    “I’m sorry, Rach, but I’m swamped.” Brett moved further away from Rachel, but Rachel just moved with her until Brett bumped into Taylor. “Uh, Rach, cut it out, please?”
    Rachel’s face showed dismay and puzzlement. Brett had always been ready to party with her. They didn’t take each other too seriously, and that was exactly right for both of them. And then she took a closer look at Brett. She had seen her several times since her injuries but hadn’t noticed how emaciated and pale she had become. “Brett, baby, are you okay?” 
    “I’m fine, Rach,” Brett sighed, pushing Rachel away from her so they were no longer touching.
    “Call me if you want to get together.” Rachel spoke softly, as she moved back behind the receptionist’s desk. Brett was obviously not interested in hooking up.
    It was then that Rachel saw the gorgeous redhead standing behind Brett shooting daggers her way. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
    “I’ll bet you are,” Taylor muttered under her breath, as she exchanged looks with Rachel.
    “Ah, hah.” Rachel grinned when she noticed the look on Brett’s face. Brett was in love with the redhead. She couldn’t mistake the look on her friend’s face.
    And if the anger directed her way from the redhead was any indication, she returned Brett’s love. “Why don’t you follow me, Brett? We’ll get your hair washed.”
    Brett stayed a safe distance from Rachel so they couldn’t touch. She didn’t want Taylor to think she was still playing around with Rachel. It was really important that Brett prove to Taylor she was no longer the player she had once been. Rachel gave directions to the woman who began to wash Brett’s hair and then came through the main part of the salon to find Taylor moving restlessly around the waiting area.
    “Hello, my name is Rachel Moore. I’m an old friend of Brett’s. Can I get you a latte, water, or anything?”
    “Hello, Taylor Aronson, and no I don’t need anything.” The words were curt but polite. Rachel didn’t need to be told that the woman didn’t like her.
    “Why don’t you sit over here? Brett’s stylist will cut her hair in that chair.”
    “Thanks.” Taylor’s voice was tight, the single word full of anger.
    Rachel reached out and touched Taylor’s arm gently as she spoke. “Brett and I haven’t gotten together for quite awhile and it wasn’t important to either one of us. How long have the two of you been together?”
    “We aren’t,”