A/N: Wow, I never thought I'd get so many responses! Thank you, everyone! I'm pretty sure I love you all. I hope you all continue to do so, at least sporadically. Too sweet of you, I think I'm getting a cavity. Definitely feeling the love and it's that love that keeps me writing when I don't think this story is any good. I don't except you guys to get the word out, but giving me feedback makes me love you to pieces. It's a really short chapter today. I'm American, so as such I just celebrated Independence Day. Thusly, I haven't had much time to write as I was drinking too much with family and now need time to recuperate & trying to take care of step-grandpa who just came home from the hospital. Bear with me, the next few chapters may be slow to post for these reasons.

Chapter 37

Spencer made some coffee and took a shower in the morning. He tried calling Amanda while he had his first cup and read the paper. Her phone went straight to voicemail; she must have left early for work. He left her a message: "H-Hi, it's, uh, Spencer. I got your note. I missed you, too. Uh, you're probably at work so it may be lunch before you get this. Um, I should be home by the time you get off tonight. Or… or if you get home early maybe we could meet for coffee. Just… give me a call later. Bye." It was about 10 minutes later she checked her messages, due to a slow couple of minutes.

When Juan came into work that morning to get ready for his first client, she told him that she was taking him on a business lunch that afternoon. "Are you a good witch or a bad witch?"

"Today, a good witch. Last night, I got a call from Penelope. She's one of Spencer's friends and teammates. He came home last night… or early this morning, I never know how to word it at those hours. Anyway, this morning he left a message. It was so awkwardly adorable."

"Girl, you crazy for him."

"You're too much a Madonna fan."

"Bite your tongue. There's no such thing."

When lunch came, Amanda took Juan to a quiet restaurant to talk. Reed stayed with the receptionist. "Okay, darling, what is this about?" he asked taking his sunglasses off.

"I wanted to run an idea by you, but first I wanted to give you these." She places a set of keys on the table. "Those are for the salon. I'm promoting you to manager. You're already my right-hand man. Now it's official. There's nobody else I trust with Reed & the salon, nor deserves it more than you."

Juan looked as if he was about to cry. He got up, and gave her a hug and kissed her temple. Once he sat down and put the key in his bag, he fixed his hair. "Okay, so what's this idea of yours? Oh, are you and Boyfriend going to have a slumber party & you want my advice on how to initiate the fun stuff?"

"Um, yeah, no. Not that. I was thinking of renovating the salon. Kind of like the Beauty Bar chain, only a fully functioning salon on one side, not just nails. It'll take a while for the liquor license and I put a bid on the store next door this morning. What we have just isn't working. Kitsch might though, I think. At least, a bar will."

"I always said this town needs an enema."

"I thought that was Jack Nicholson's version of the Joker."

"It was but he was talking about Gotham. I'm talking about Fredericksburg. I wouldn't still be in this town if it wasn't for you. Not enough glamor."

"We're going to go to New York to check out their Beauty Bar so you can get an idea of what I mean, since you've never been there. You'll get all the glamor you can handle there. We can even stop in Chelsea. If we have the money to get there, we'll spend part of the summer at your place in P-Town. I'm not sure how I want to do this, or even if I do. Right now, it's just in the idea and research phase. Either way, I want to expand."

"Yay. I'm so excited. Now, we just need you and this boyfriend of yours to speed things up so I can become a guncle. I'm not babysitting until it's potty trained. Is there a leash law for kids? There should be."

"Oh goodness," she rolled her eyes. "We should get heading back. I have a client in a half an hour. During that nights cleaning, they hashed out what little plans they could.