CHAPTER 52

There was nothing wrong with putting a bit of OPI on your toes while watching Ocean’s Eleven on a Friday night. But paying someone else to paint my nails? Come on.

“This is utterly ridiculous.” I stood up from the chair with my newly cut, blow-dried, salon-soft hair and ran my fingers through it.

“Mhmm.” Leah looked at me. “Looks like you’re hating it.”

I sighed and dropped my hand. “Can we go now?”

“No. Conor told me I have to keep you here until . . .” She glanced at the clock. “Three o’clock. So another two hours.”

I grunted and sat in the pedicure chair next to her. After another awkward night sharing a bed and waking up in his arms, I decided this morning that I was sleeping in my own bed tonight.

Alone.

“And why am I being kicked out of my own house?”

Leah shrugged. “I don’t know, Chloe. He just said to keep you away until three, and since he’s paying, I’m all for it.”

“Did you even try to find out?”

“I did. He started ignoring me after, like, the tenth time I asked. I think he