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sheers.
    “ So I never apologized for
not calling after our date.”
    Her movements paused. Her eyes darted
to me in the mirror and then quickly away. She used the black comb
to pull up a section of hair and began cutting again. “No big
deal,” she replied nonchalantly.
    “ I wanted to.”
    She snorted. It made me
smile.
    “ Things at work got crazy. I
had to go out of town.”
    She looked at me again. “You
did?”
    I nodded. “Yeah. I was gone for a
while.”
    “ I hope everything’s
okay.”
    “ It’s fine.”
    She set down the scissors and ran her
fingers through my hair again. I had to work to keep my eyes
open.
    “ All done,” she said,
patting me on the shoulder. “Let’s get you shampooed.”
    Damn. That was fast. Dutifully, I
followed her back to the shampoo bowl and sat down. The water was
warm, the shampoo smelled pretty good… and her hands… Damn, I loved
having her hands on me.
    Once again, I was happy this cape was
so long.
    This time after she blow-dried it, she
put a little something on her fingers and rubbed them together. Her
movements were quick and sure when she styled it, and then she
stepped aside for me to see. The front was tousled and sticking up
a little.
    She gave me the “just been laid”
look.
    An image of me shoving her up against
the mirror and burying my tongue in her mouth flashed through my
head. It was so strong and so wanted that my hands clenched into
fists in my lap.
    “ I did something a little
different,” she said, looking a little unsure.
    “ I like it,” I said, noting
the hoarseness in my tone.
    She smiled. A genuine smile.
    Do it again.
    Her smile fell away and it appeared she
was having some kind of inner debate. Whatever it was went quickly
because she sighed and the grabbed up the bright-green container of
what she put in my hair and held it out. “Here, this is what I
used. You can take it.”
    “ You’re giving this to
me?”
    She bit her bottom lip (which drove me
crazy) and nodded. “You can use it to make your hair look like
that.”
    I looked at the product clutched in her
hand and then up at her face. “Have dinner with me.”
    She jerked like I slapped her. That
wasn’t really the reaction I was hoping for.
    “ What?”
    “ Dinner. Tonight. With
me.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “I thought you
weren’t interested.”
    I laughed. “Do you think I would
subject myself to this place if I wasn’t?”
    She crossed her arms over her chest.
“You could always ask Layla.”
    “ I already asked
you.”
    She shoved the hair stuff in my hand
and then picked up a broom and dust pan. Her movements were stiff
as she cleaned up what little hair she cut off me. “You had your
chance. You never called.”
    I grabbed her by the elbow and spun her
around. “You had a good time.”
    “ You have a big
ego.”
    I moved quickly, crowding her personal
space. “Are you saying you didn’t? Are you saying you don’t feel
the chemistry between us?”
    “ Maybe I already have a
boyfriend,” she replied, jerking her arm out of my
grasp.
    Actually, I hadn’t thought of that.
Because I couldn’t think of her as anything but mine. Something
sour rose up in my gut. “Do you?”
    She sniffed.
    A slow grin spread out over my face.
“I’ll pick you up at seven.” I dug some money out of my pocket and
put it beside the mirror. “Keep the change.”
    Then I walked out of the salon without
looking back.

5

    Julie
    When I got up this morning I really
didn’t expect for my day to go as follows:
    — Spill coffee on my shirt
and have to change.
    — Deal with three clients who
have unrealistic expectations about the hair attached to their
head.
    — Watch Layla hit on Blue.
Watch him turn her down.
    — Watch Blue ask me
out.
    — Agree.
    — Walk around in giddy shock
and then be called into my boss’ office for a meeting I forgot
about.
    I couldn’t even be nervous. I was
already so tied up in knots about my dinner with Blue that
everything else seemed like