“So,” he paused, “How’d you come up with the name for your shop?”
She chuckled. Every man got around to asking her that. It always made for some sparky conversation.
“Well, I was inspired. A double entendre, you know? I figured guys would like the name, and I’m a barber.”
She caught glimpses of his face in the mirror while she spoke to watch his reaction. He was adorable. His hair lay thick and dark brown, his Levi’s hung low enough to make her check him out when he walked in. She watched the corner of his mouth hitch. He wanted to ask her more, she saw the questions flowing in his eyes. Kathy could tell when he made a decision and gathered his courage. His shoulders heaved with a deep breath.
“So which one are you great at?”
Wow. She never thought he’d be so bold.
“Well, I’d like to think both.” She grinned at him in the mirror and his eyes met hers. He moved his head up and she clipped a divot at his neck.
“Ahh—now look what you made me do. I’ll have to fix that. It’ll only take a minute more to blend that in.” She reached over his head to grab the comb and he turned his head and nosed her breast. She gasped, then cleared her throat to hide her shiver.
“Sorry about that,” he said.
Funny, but he didn’t look one bit sorry. He looked quite pleased with a mischievous gleam in his eye. It didn’t help that she wore a thin camisole for a shirt. She met his eyes in the mirror and shook her head at him. She loved the lightning shock that bolted through her body, delicious with longing even though he was a stranger. A gorgeous stranger. She wondered if she could tell him to do it again. A faint smell of soap and sweat drifted to her and she wanted to smell all of him.
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