“So are you and Mason Deveraux secretly engaged?” She grabbed my left hand. “Tell him to get you something simple. Probably a round solitaire, nothing too fancy—that wouldn’t fit you at all. A third of a carat would be good.”

Neely Kate put a hand on her hip as I jerked away from Hilary. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, considering Joe gave her a ring that looks exactly like that. Last I heard it’s in her underwear drawer, just waiting for her to change her mind.”

Hilary was still holding a fake smile in place, but it looked like the effort of holding it would give her a headache.

Neely Kate leaned closer. “Because we both know that Joe Simmons would marry her in a heartbeat. All she has to do is snap her fingers—” Neely Kate snapped hers, waving her arm with more sass than I’d seen her use in weeks, “—and he’d take her to the courthouse as soon as he could get her there. But then look at you, wearing an engagement ring you had to buy yourself because he’d rather set himself on fire than marry you.”

Every woman in the salon was watching our exchange with open mouths. Beulah could have sold tickets at twenty dollars a pop and she would have sold out in thirty seconds flat. But as Neely Kate had pointed out when we were looking for her missing cousin a month ago, the hair salon was the absolute best place to get caught up with the town’s gossip. And we sure were putting on a show.

Suddenly I realized something—rumors that I was playing both Joe and Mason were going to spread like wildfire. I grabbed my best friend’s arm and tugged her back. “Neely Kate.”

Hilary turned toward me, the look in her eyes saying she wanted nothing more than to stab me with a pair of hair scissors. “Were you engaged to Joe?”

I took a step back, the room closing in on me. No, it was the fifteen sets of eyes that were glued to me. “Not technically.”

The women began to murmur.

“Not technically?”

“He proposed, but I never said yes.”

I heard the bell on the door ring, signaling the arrival of yet another gawker.

“When?” Hilary forced out through gritted teeth. “When did Joe propose and give you the ring?”

“What does it matter, Hil-monster?” another familiar voice asked. “She’s the one he wants to marry, not you. That’s all you really need to know.”

Hilary stepped back and shot a glare at Joe’s sister, Kate, who grinned back like the Cheshire cat.

She’d shown up in town right after Christmas. Rumor had it she was taking up residence at the nicest motel Henryetta had to offer. I had no idea why, other than she seemed to be snooping around about anything that had to do with Joe. Violet, who had more contact with Joe than I did, said he was aggravated by his sister’s sudden appearance and had very little to do with her. She’d been in the nursery when Neely Kate collapsed. And although she’d been antagonistic before the trauma, she’d insisted on riding to the hospital with us in Joe’s sheriff’s car. She’d even stuck around to try and make me feel better in the waiting room. I hadn’t seen her since, but I’d heard she was still around.

Now Kate’s gaze was locked on my face. “Do you still have Joe’s ring?”

I started to answer, still in shock that this was happening, but then I came to my senses. What was Mason gonna think if he heard about this? “Neely Kate, we need to go.” I pulled on her arm, but she refused to budge.

Kate turned to my friend and picked up several strands of her newly colored hair. “Looks good on you, N.K. I could never pull off pink.”

Hilary put her hands on her hips, finally gathering herself enough to make a rebuttal. “What are you doing here, Kate? Are you following me again?”

Kate shrugged. “It’s a small town. I can’t help it if I keep running into you. This place is like a pinball machine.”

Hilary lifted her chin with a haughty air. “If you continue to harass me, I’ll be forced to file a restraining order against you.”

Kate smirked. “That shouldn’t be too hard, considering how friendly you used to be with the current Fenton County assistant district attorney.”

“What?” I gasped in horror.

Kate crossed her arms, a satisfied gleam in her eyes. “You don’t know about Hil’s history with your current boyfriend?”

I shook my head, finding no words, but Neely Kate had no such trouble. “What in Sam Hill are you talkin’ about?”

Kate tilted her head toward Hilary. “You should ask Hilary for the details. Everything I know is hearsay.”

Hilary’s mouth pinched into a tight line, making it clear she didn’t intend to say one word. I was grateful for her uncharacteristic silence; I had no desire to hear anything about Mason from her.

I took a deep breath and turned to face the gathered stylists and their clients, who were still very much watching us with bug eyes, not even pretending to do otherwise. “I’m very happy with Mason, and while I love him very much, we are not yet engaged—secretly or otherwise.” I grabbed Neely Kate’s arm and tugged. “Let’s go.” I didn’t so much as look back at Hilary or Kate.

She followed me this time, both of us silent until we were about ten feet away from the door.

“I’m sorry, Rose,” she gushed. “I don’t know what overcame me. It’s like all this fire has been building inside me for so long, and it just burst right on out. It was all I could do to not scratch her eyes out.” Tears filled her eyes again.