Page 34 of For All My Effort

“Your phone.”

“Oh, yeah.” I looked around, expecting it to jump out at me. It didn’t. “I have no idea.”

“Someone call it.”

We all waited patiently, not talking so we could hear the ring or vibration. Nothing happened. In fact, the only ringing was from Han’s phone making the call.

“Well, it has to be in the house,” I told them.

All of my alphas started laughing, but they also started to help me look for it. It wasn’t in the kitchen or the dining room. And according to Han it wasn’t in his office. Jackson checked my nest.

It was then I’d remembered I’d shoved the device between the couch cushions a few days ago that I found it, yelling at the house as I tried to turn it on. “It’s dead.”

“Here.” Sebastian grabbed my phone, plugging it in and waiting for it to get enough juice to turn on. The cord he’d used to charge my phone was long, like ridiculously several feet long. As soon as he got the number he needed, he handed me the phone to make the call. “They’re still open.”

The name was Glamorous Emporium, and I couldn’t help but snort as I hit the button for the call.

It rang only twice before someone picked up, their voice soft and sweet. “Hello, angel, this is Mayer. What type of service can I get you scheduled for?”

“I’m Hannah—”

“Oh, Hannah, yes, you are due to come in. Are you thinking of a touch-up or are you ready to do another color? Which did you pick last time?”

I pulled at a strand of hair as if I needed to double check the color before admitting. “Purple. But I do want to change it up.”

“Wonderful, how exciting. We have an opening in about four weeks with your usual stylist.”

Four weeks? How popular was this place?

I stared at Sebastian who just nodded his head like that was completely acceptable.

“Hannah?”

“Oh, yes, sorry. Four weeks. At what time?” I didn’t want to wait that long at all. The restless energy inside of me had already cemented what I wanted to do, and waiting was like trying to ignore an itch. A part of me felt bad since Mayer sounded so sweet and weirdly familiar with me. But I didn’t know her, and any sense of loyalty was lost with my other memories. I hadn’t even considered that my memory loss would affect even my hair stylist.

When we hung up, I made up an excuse about checking that the date worked, essentially politely denying the appointment. I didn’t feel like I’d accomplished anything. So, I scrolled through my contacts and called the only name I recognized.

Koda picked up almost instantly, “Hello, hello.”

“Hey, Koda—”

“Hannah!”

Apparently, my voice was easily recognizable. “Yep, I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me out with something.”

When I looked over at Seb, an amused and curious look on his face, I couldn’t help leaning over to kiss him. Our lips broke apart when I smiled at Koda’s excited tone demanding I tell her what I had planned.

Chapter Ten

I was so excited that my leg was shaking under the dining table. Every time one of my mates so much as smiled in my direction, I mock-glared at them.

I was waiting for Koda to arrive. She was finally coming over almost a week after we’d made plans, since my stitches were officially out. The back of my head still looked dramatic from the injury and subsequent surgery, but it was basically healed. At least superficially.

Originally, Zeke had planned his date to be tonight, but after I’d admitted I wanted to wait until Koda had come over, he rescheduled it. That, too, had my nerves all jumbled.

If shit went wrong tonight, it would probably ruin tomorrow’s date. Not that I was going to postpone our date until I could get into a proper hair appointment. Maybe I’d actually schedule the salon if my idea didn’t turn out good with Koda’s help. Maybe I should’ve scheduled the appointment just to have a backup? Oh, well.

The beautiful chime of the doorbell had me scooting out of the chair, basically running toward the sound.