of his niece’s life. He didn’t have a clue what would happen when the transplant was over. He presumed Kate would go home, Kaylee would start her recovery, and he’d go back to having hair longer than his collar. His cell phone beeped on his belt. “Hang on a minute.” Kate took a step back while he fumbled under the cape for his phone. He glanced at the caller display. “What’s wrong?” “Why do you always think something’s wrong?” Anna asked. “Because you only call me to invite me to dinner or if something’s happened to Kaylee. Tom’s taking you out to dinner tonight, so how’s Kaylee?” Dan glanced at Kate. She was biting her bottom lip, looking so concerned that he felt guilty for not sharing the call with her. “Kate’s looking worried. Talk fast.” “Kate’s with you? Where are you?” The mess he’d dug for himself into was getting deeper by the minute. “At The Beauty Box. What’s happened to Kaylee?” “I just got a call from Doctor T. He wants to have a family meeting at half past five. Can you be there?” “No problem. I’ll tell Kate.” “Tell her I’ll be there in fifteen minutes to pick her up.” “Don’t worry. I can give her a lift.” “What are you doing at The Beauty Box?” Dan could hear the concern in Anna’s voice. She thought something was wrong with Kate. Little did she know that he was the one with his head on the chopping block. Literally. “I needed a haircut.” “Really?” He ignored the note of surprise in his sister’s voice. “We’ll meet you at the hospital.” He hung up before Anna asked any more questions. He told Kate about the family meeting. “It must be about the transplant.” She stepped forward and started cutting his hair in short, sharp, snips . “I hope they’re planning on doing it soon.” “Are you that desperate to leave?” “You’ve got no idea,” Kate muttered as Dan watched another chunk of his hair fall to the ground. If the transplant was going to happen soon, Kate could be gone within the week. And he wouldn’t have a reason to step foot inside The Beauty Box again. For some reason, that thought wasn’t as comforting as it could have been.
*** “Oh my God. Look at you.” Anna reached for Dan’s head. He ducked out of the way before she got too close. “Kate gave me a haircut.” “Is this handsome, hunk of a man really my brother? What happened to the Neanderthal I saw yesterday?” “He got trapped in a beauty salon,” Dan growled. “We’re not here to talk about my hair. What’s happening with Kaylee?” Anna pinched her lips together. “In case you haven’t noticed, Doctor T isn’t here. All I know is that he wants to talk about Kaylee’s transplant.” Kate sat beside Anna. The frown on her face matched his sister’s scowl. The only person not looking at him like he needed a good shake was Tom. He walked across the room and poked his head around the doorframe, looking into the corridor. “He’s late.” “Happens,” Tom said. Dan sat down and an uneasy silence filled the room. He twirled the brim of his hat in his hands. No one spoke. The persistent tick of the clock was the only sound in the room. “Loretta said I look like Tom Cruise.” Anna burst out laughing. Dan didn’t think it was that funny. He’d consoled himself over the loss of so much hair with images of zip-lines, fast cars, and hot women. For some reason, Kate kept appearing in his fantasy wearing skin-tight black Lycra. Really tight Lycra, the kind that could get a man in trouble if he stared too long at the body on display. He yanked his imagination away from his fantasy and back in to the room he was sitting in. His black Lycra fantasy girl blushed and he felt the same heat reach parts of his body that hadn’t seen action in years. “ Sorry I’m late.” Doctor T bounded into the room. “How’s everyone doing?” No one replied. Even Anna had given up smiling. She looked as