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accentuating her mile-long legs.
    I considered my options. Accepting and
letting Layla cut my hair would probably be a smart move. I told
myself I wouldn’t come here anyway, yet here I stood. My eyes
drifted over to Julie. She was no longer paying attention to the
client in her chair but was watching me.
    Layla stepped closer and put a hand on
my arm. “Ready?”
    Something passed behind Julie’s eyes…
something that looked suspiciously like disappointment. Then she
turned back to what she was doing.
    “ I’ll wait for Julie,” I
said.
    Layla’s eyes widened in surprise. I
flashed her a grin. “Nothing personal. Maybe next time.”
    She smiled and grabbed a card off the
reception desk and held it out. “Here’s my card. It has my number
on it. If you ever want to make an appointment… or go out for
drinks.”
    Any other time I would have been all
over this girl. I would have asked her out on the spot. But today I
had no interest. Today, the back of my neck itched because I felt
the subdued gray-blue-eyed stare I knew was behind me.
    I forced a smile toward Layla and
pocketed the card, giving her a little wink. “Thanks. Maybe I’ll
take you up on that.”
    Yeah, it was a lie. But I wasn’t about
to hurt her feelings.
    She gave me a smile and then moved
away, shaking her hips as she went. I watched… because I was a guy.
And because it was a nice view.
    I took a seat near the reception desk,
looking at all the girly magazines and products around me. Man, I
must really have it bad to subject myself to a place like
this.
    Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long.
Julie escorted her client to the reception desk and gave her a warm
smile while she helped her schedule another appointment for a
future date. I couldn’t help but watch her.
    There was something sincere about her.
Something that drew my eyes like she was standing under a spotlight
that only I could see. Her bangs were falling over one eye and
every once in a while she would push at them while she talked. It
was a move I found oddly endearing.
    Once the client was gone, Julie turned
her eyes toward me. I noticed her smile lost a little bit of its
authenticity. I didn’t like that. Not at all.
    “ Blue,” she said, coming
over to stand before me.
    I stood up. “Got time for a
haircut?”
    Her eyes raked over my face and then to
my hair. Her body was slightly tense, and I prepared myself for a
no.
    “ Yeah,” she said. “Come on
back.”
    I let out the breath I’d been holding
and followed her to her station. She was wearing a pair of white
jeans that hugged her ass like a glove. Her black and white shirt
had wide horizontal stripes on it, was fitted, and hugged her back
and narrow waist.
    When she turned and gestured to the
chair, I noticed the necklace hanging low around her neck. It was a
giant red heart that hung crooked. Her hair was its usual “just
been laid” look and for once it made me a little mad instead of
turned on.
    I didn’t want to think about her
getting her hair messed up like that by anyone but me.
    I needed a beer. While I was watching
sports. This damn girly fru-fru place was starting to get to
me.
    “ Just trimming you up
today?” Julie said, pulling out a black cape to drape around my
shoulders.
    I took it as a good sign she wasn’t
going to try to torture me with the pink one today.
    “ Yeah.”
    “ I’ll do like last time and
trim it up. Then I’ll shampoo it for you.” When her hands delved
into my hair and rubbed against my scalp, little goose bumps broke
out over my arms.
    “ You have really good hair,”
she murmured.
    “ So do you.”
    The compliment seemed to make her mad,
and she pulled her hands away to reach for her tools. Why did women
have to be so damn complicated all the time?
    She used the clippers on the side,
shortening it up a bit and then cleaning up the neck area. Then she
used the scissors to trim the top. As she worked, the only sound
between us was the light snipping of the