All she had to do was give him back the ring.
Then heâd say goodbye and leave. Everyone had known they were wrong for each other. Everyone but Andrew. Now it seemed he finally figured it out. âIt appears weâre ready to close the door on the past.â
âIt might feel that way to you, Sylvie. The problem is, I still want you. I believe more drastic measures are needed.â He stepped closer.
Her heart thudded. âWhat kind of measures do you have in mind?â
âImmersion therapy,â he said. âI will immerse myself in your life. I obviously didnât know you before. What better way to get you out of my system than to become acquainted with the real you?â
âHow long will that take? A couple of daysââ
âIâm here for three weeks.â
Given their history, that seemed little enough to ask. So why did her pulse quicken at the thought? âI think itâs best if we keep physical intimacy to a minimum.â She crossed the room to put space between them, but he followed her.
âCome on,â he said, taking her hand. âIâll help you pack.â
âWhere am I going?â
He gave her a sexy smile. âYouâre moving in with me.â
* * *
Rx for Love: Just following doctorâs orders â¦
Chapter One
Sylvie Thorne gazed into the beauty-shop mirror and forced herself to breathe. Seven seconds in, then out for eleven. Almost immediately, the panic ebbed.
Two hours earlier sheâd given Cassidy Duggan, owner of the Clippety Do Dah Salon, free rein to cut and color her hair. While Cassidy was as nontraditional with hair as Sylvie was in cake designs, there was no better stylist in Jackson Hole.
âWhat do you think?â Cassidy fussed with a stray strand of hair and smiled expectantly.
âI look...different.â An understatement to be sure, but the best Sylvie could muster.
As she continued to study the unfamiliar reflection, Sylvie reminded herself she was the one whoâd asked for a change. Sheâd grown bored with the hairstyle sheâd had since high school. The upcoming wedding of a friend had been the gentle shove sheâd needed to try something different.
Two hours ago sheâd walked in with wavy copper-colored hair hanging in loose curls halfway down her back and put herself in Cassidyâs experienced hands.
âSleek and sophisticated.â Daffodil Prentiss, the hairstylist from the next booth, punctuated her proclamation with an approving nod.
Sleek and sophisticated.
While those two words were rarely tossed in her direction, Sylvie cocked her head and opened her mind. âI like it.â
The waves had been straightened and the blunt cut hair now barely reached her shoulders. The muted copper strands, while still the predominant color, had been replaced at the ends by several inches of soft honey blond.
âAre you sure?â Cassidy asked, apparently troubled by her less-than-enthusiastic response. âIf you donât like it, I canââ
âExactly what I wanted.â Sylvie spoke more decisively this time. âAnd the change I was looking for.â
âI didnât want to go too crazy.â Cassidy tapped a finger against her bright red lips. âIf you get home and decide this isnât enough of a change, we could try some cerulean blue. I think the color would make those violet eyes of yours really pop.â
âNo blue needed.â Sylvie spoke quickly. âThis is perfect.â
Because of the nontraditional bakery products produced in her Mad Batter kitchen and the boho-chic styles she preferred to wear, Sylvie was aware many saw her as âquirky.â
Now, at least according to Daffodil, she looked sleek and sophisticated. Whoâd have thought that was even possible?
âStellar job,â Sylvie assured Cassidy. She rose from the salon chair and gave the stylist a hug.
While Cassidy ran her credit card, Sylvie chatted with Daffodil. After adding a generous tip, she stepped out into the bright summer day and let the sunshine warm her face.
She ran her fingers through her hair, gave her head a toss, feeling suddenly light and carefree. It was as if sheâd shed the weight of the past along with her hair.
As early September was still too early for skiers to begin their descent on Jackson Hole, the downtown foot traffic was relatively light. Sylvie found herself glancing down the walkway, looking for someone she knew, eager to show off her new do.