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wrapping her arms around her.
    Felicity let her mom hold her while they both cried. She cried for the not so pretty woman she used to be, and for the person her parents made her look like. She wasn’t sure who she was anymore, but she was not a whiner.
    A throat cleared. “I’ll let you two have this time together. There may still be some numbness, but that is normal. Your mother has my number if you need anything. Felicia, walk me out?”
    “Go ahead.” Felicity stepped back from her mom. She wasn’t even sure when she’d stood up. One of the housekeepers came out to clean up, and smiled at her. Felicity let her hair fall to cover her face, an action she’d done thousands of times in the past. No more. She didn’t have a reason to hide her face because she was in Beverly Hills. Her lank brown hair needed a trim.
    “Hi Marta, do you know where I can get a haircut?”
    Marta’s eyes widened. “Oh, well, you should probably speak with Mrs. Evans. I’m sure she could organize something for you.”
    Seeing the anxiety on the older woman’s face Felicity nodded. “Thank you. I’ll do that. Breakfast was lovely as usual.” She’d made it a habit to thank the staff, and try to not be a burden.
    “I’ll pass that on to the chef. He will make note of your choices.”
    No matter how nice, or chatty, none of the employees would engage her in conversation. Felicity thought they were afraid of the bandages. Now, with them gone, Marta still didn’t make eye contact.
    “Marta, have you seen me? The bandages came off.” She asked, facing the bull head on.
    “Yes, Ms. Evans. You are quite beautiful. We here at the villa have prayed you would recover fully. After we’d heard about your accident, none of us wanted to offend you. Thank you for being such a gracious guest.”
    Felicity reached out and grabbed Marta’s hands. “You all have been wonderful. I thought something was wrong. All this time none of you talked to me, except polite chit chat.”
    “Mrs. Evans instructed us on what to say and not to say. We value our jobs, young lady,” she said with a smile.
    Her mother sounded like a tyrant. Felicity guessed her mom could be, especially when she thought her daughter was dying. “My mom is really a big softy, she was just scared. Don’t worry about her. I do need a haircut though. Look at these ends.” She pulled her long brown hair over her shoulder.
    The sound of heels on the tiles announced her mother’s return. “Thank you, Marta, that will be all.”
    “Mother, don’t be rude. I was just asking Marta if she knew where I could get my hair trimmed at.” Her mother’s expression was priceless.
    “I’ll have a stylist come out and take care of it. For now, I think you need to rest.” Felicia waved Marta away.
    Although she felt like she’d done nothing but sleep or rest since she’d woken up, and she wanted to tell her mother to back the heck up, she was tired. Hating the weakness in her body from the lack of exercise, she decided she was taking back her life as soon as she woke up.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    “Seriously, it’s been over two months. Are you going to continue to pine after some chick you don’t even know?” Slater O’Neil asked
    Hal stared at him across the table. Slater had replaced Keanu on their smokejumper team, and was now the youngest member of their squad. He looked over to see Brax talking on his cell phone.
    “I’m not pining asswipe. It’s just strange that she’s just gone.” Hal swallowed down another drink of his beer.
    “Not so. You said she comes from money. More than likely they put her in some fancy shmancy clinic to rest and recover. You know, those places where the stars go after they have plastic surgery. Like a no-tell-motel.” Slater lifted his bottle, like he’d just made a score.
    Slater looked more like a young surfer, but his words had merit. His skills were unparalleled when it came to racing and putting out fires. Not to mention he had some