"Yard sale?" Now I took offense to that but not to the "porno" part. I was hardly the type to sell the girls—and by that I mean "the merchandise"—on the front lawn.
Gia's shiny lips straightened into a flat line. "Yeah, I'll bet she wanted to see it—every square inch."
"Oh, Mallory wouldn't have any interest in those statues," Lucy said. "She's into Pennsylvania Dutch art."
Gia rolled her eyes.
"Let's just start the meeting," I interjected. As upset as I was about Mallory's take on the event, I had to brush it off—just like I'd brushed off the news that the Victorian home I lived and worked in had a hundred-year history as a brothel for local lumberjacks. "Now," I began, glancing at my notes, "the plan is still to grow The Clip and Sip to fill the three empty salon chairs and hire a receptionist, despite the lack of customers."
Lucy cleared her throat. "Yeah, about that…"
I looked up.
"Um, if business doesn't pick up soon…"
"Yeah?" Gia prodded, tapping the silver-glittered tips of her French-manicured nails on the table.
Lucy looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Well, I'll have to find another job."
My heart sank. I couldn't lose Lucy. I'd had to lure Gia from New Jersey with the promise of free room and board after Lucy was the only hairstylist in Danger Cove who'd answered my ad. "I understand."
"I'm sorry," Lucy said, big blue eyes welling with tears. "It's just that I won't ever be able to save enough money to marry Sven."
Sven Mattsun was a Swedish exchange student from Stockholm whom Lucy had fallen head over heels for two years ago during their senior year at Danger Cove High School. Ever since he'd returned home last year, Lucy had been scrimping and saving to pay for her to move to Sweden and their wedding.
Gia snorted. "What do you really know about the Swedish Fish, anyway?"
"Gia!" I scolded. "Sven's not a piece of candy."
"Too bad for Lucy," she said, examining a lock of her hair for split ends.
Lucy's chin trembled. "I know that I love him, no matter what you think."
Gia tossed the lock of hair to the side and shook her head.
"I met Sven when he came for a visit, and he's very nice," I said in a soothing tone for Lucy's benefit. Then I turned to Gia. "He's way better than those brainless bodybuilder types you go for. They can barely carry on a conversation."
She flipped her silky black hair over her shoulder. "Who needs to talk?"
I smirked. "Men aren't just for sex, you know."
"Who said anything about sex? I just meant that men aren't exactly known for their conversational skills."
She had me there. "Give it a little more time, Lucy. I have some ideas to bring in more business."
"Really?" Her eyes widened. "Like what?"
"For starters, The Clip and Sip now serves alcohol." I handed each of them a copy of the new drink menu. "Every customer gets either a free glass of wine or one of my homemade liqueurs."
Lucy's face brightened. "This is awesome. It'll feel more like a spa experience."
Gia took a sip of soda as she perused the drink list. "And a little Texas moonshine might help to alleviate the bitter taste in people's mouths about the building's past."
I shot her a look. "Peach liqueur hardly qualifies as moonshine. Anyway, Gia, you'll also offer a complimentary manicure to our customers."
She dropped the menu. "How will I get paid?"
"I'll have to cover your commission during the promotion." I couldn't afford it, but it was the least I could do. Even though my aunt Carla had married Gia's father, Frank, ten years before when we were both sixteen, my Uncle Vinnie hadn't left Gia so much as a mention in his will. Apparently, he hadn't been as into family as my dad, Domenic. But now that I thought about it, ever since my dad had divorced my mom last year and moved back to his native New Jersey, he didn't seem too interested in family, either, because I'd hardly heard from him since.
Gia patted me on the back. "Thanks, Cass."
"Also," I began, "since we're so close to Seattle, we're going to offer coffee drinks. I bought a professional-grade espresso machine by Nuova Simonelli."
"Those are like twelve grand!" Gia exclaimed. "I knew your Uncle Vinnie was loaded."
"He wasn't. I bought the machine on credit." My stomach turned as I admitted that last part. "Anyway, I'm glad you're excited about the machine, because you're going to make the drinks."
"I'm going to make cawffee too?" she squawked, her New Jersey accent rearing its colorful head. "Why do all of your new promotions involve me?"
"Because you have skills that Lucy and I don't," I replied. "Plus, your makeup services haven't exactly taken off."
Her eyes narrowed. "It's not my fault that the nature-loving ladies of Danger Cove don't appreciate the smoky eye."
The smoky eye was the unofficial state look of New Jersey. But the combination of purple, blue, and even green eye shadow with smudged eyeliner would be more appropriately named "the sickly eye." "No, but it is your fault that you don't apply makeup that's suited to the client."
"But the whole point of makeup is to look made up, not"—she wrinkled her mouth—"natural."
"The whole point is to make the client happy," I snapped. "Now, starting today, we're running an ad about our new services in the Cove Chronicles. In the meantime, I need the two of you to spread the word, especially you, Lucy. Tell all of your girlfriends and their moms."
She nodded. "I'm sorry to bring this up, but…"
Gia exhaled loudly. "For crying out loud—just spit it out."
"Is there any update on getting the ceiling fixed?"
Gia and I exchanged a look.
"I know it's a sensitive subject," Lucy continued, "and I wouldn't normally bring it up, but it's starting to sag. And since it's right above my chair…"
I shifted in my seat. "Well, I'll have to get police permission for a plumber to go
