Fred's reaction was slightly less vocal than she'd expected and she pushed off the counter, slipping past him. "I mean, I'll take care of it," she shot back, crossing the store and locking the door, glad that they were alone. No one else needed to hear this. "I'll get rid of it, you don't need to worry. I've made an appointment." That last bit wasn't strictly true. She'd thought about making an appointment, but had kept pushing it off, not wanting to make any sort of commitment.