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Chapter One

Morning shift sucked, and not in the good way Covering Morgan’smore difficult than Everly had anticipated It wasn’t just the double shifts that made her feet ache and loathe heels for life The worst part was having to drag her sorry ass out of bed early to open the hair salon

As a hairdresser, she was expected to look her best—full ht a wasn’t early forworld, but she really, really wasn’t aperson

The bells above the door jingled at ten o’clock sharp, signaling her first client was here Who , other than a senior citizen? Frouy

He was no senior citizen

His fra him look like he was there to conquer the salon and enslave its woed From this distance, she couldn’t h to either scare her or send her libido into overdrive Sometimes the line between the two blurred

She lanced down at the appoint nan and exotic Al his way to the desk

Ugh If he was another one of the university snobs, she’d pass him off to Willow after this appointed in a university Maybe a WWE wrestling ring Or prison

Shaking off a shiver of fear, she put on her best cheerful expression, re herself that appointments reet him Mama needs a new pair of fuck-me boots

“Ambrose?”

His forehead creased when he caught sight of her “Yes”

“Hi! I’ the purple polish was chipping She made a mental note to touch it up later It matched the streaks in her hair

Ambrose took her hand and politely shook it but frowned “Nice to hed “Let’s get this over with”

Okay, then Maybe he wasn’t aperson either “Sure Come on back” She waved him to her station, and he followed “What can I do for you?”

“I’,” he mumbled behind her “The bride will kill me if I don’t look presentable” He almost sounded sulky

She chuckled then gestured to her chair He sank into it, dwarfing the standard hairdressing chair

Standing behind hiht the chair down so she could actually reach his head “What is it about weddings that make people so crazy?”

“I have no idea The groom, who’s my best friend, has even started his own Pinterest account It’s like I don’t even know him anymore”

She swung the cape around his neck “I’o shaved into the back, then?”

He laughed “No Not my style anyway Just trim it, nice and neat”

The rew his hair out long? Even at the short length, she could tell it was a light shade of blond, which ht complexion Coe She chuckled inwardly, picturing hi a sword, an arood Doive a mean Dom-eye

Good Lord Since when did clients etting laid in a while, ovulating, and her biological clock ticking shot her sex drive through the roof Maybe she’d hit the dungeon tonight and see if she could find a play partner It’d been a while—there ht be fresh meat she hadn’t scared off yet

After plugging in her clippers, she made her way back behind hi?” By the casual look of his jeans and T-shirt, and the Roman numerals tattooed on his thickly muscled forearms, he didn’t seem like the type who liked to dress up