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“Oh, no!” I exclaim, flushing in embarrassment. “It’s never had much of anything. I figured out how to handle my curls through internet searches, but I’ve never done anything like that to my hair before.”

“So I know we just met and all, but will you trust me?” he asks. “I promise not to let you leave looking like a chia pet.”

Giggling, I nod, sitting back in my chair to let him do his thing.

Jack

“She doesn’t look nervous at least,” Bee mutters as she watches Dolly get her hair done. I have to admit that I have knots in my stomach, even though I’m the one who suggested this.

As Danik cuts, washes, colors her hair, and then cuts some more, my ass grows even more numb as I watch with trepidation.

“I hate to ask if we’re done yet,” I grunt, making Bee snort. “Ugh, I didn’t realize being a girl was this involved.”

“I’m not super high maintenance, because as long as I nourish my curls and keep them hydrated, I’m good,” she murmurs, eyes on our girl.

Finally, Dolly gets up and grins as she looks at her hair in the mirror. Instead of dark chocolate curls, they’re warmed up with much lighter sections, giving her a golden, sun-kissed hue.

Funny enough, her hair was this light naturally as a kid from spending so much time outside. Swallowing hard, I also see that Danik cut her hair just above her shoulders, and that managed to keep her curls completely intact.

They’re beautiful, wild, but frizz free. It’s exactly what she’s always wished her hair would be.

“Wow,” I breathe.

“Please don’t be one of those men who wail about how short it is,” Bee hisses as Dolly turns toward us.

“I think she looks incredible,” I say honestly. “It was also my idea to cut it. Thank you to me.”

Snorting, Bee leans her weight into me, and I wrap my arms around her.

“It’s cute that you think you can move me,” I tease her.

“My boyfriend, the mountain,” she mutters as I stand to meet Dolly, grinning.

“Bet your sweet ass I am,” I say under my breath. I fought against accepting that I had feelings for Bee for so long. I need them both, even though it feels selfish. It’s obvious they need each other too.

They have history, and there’s a sweetness in their relationship.

“Hey, beautiful,” I say to Dolly, reaching out to play with one of her bouncy curls. Her hair looks and feels soft and healthy.

“I feel like I should be sad after how much hair was cut off,” she says, eyes wide in disbelief. “Instead, I feel so light and happy. You really like it?”

“I do,” Bee says with a nod. “Your hair has seen a lot. Saying goodbye to it, helps you lose some of that weight. I’ve read some articles about how people who have gone through traumatic experiences find that the change is healing. There’s more that goes into it, but what you’re saying makes sense.”

“Yes,” Dolly says, nodding. “I really love it.”

“It fits you,” I confirm. “I remember when your hair was naturally this color, but no one else will.”

Turning to Danik, I say, “Sorry to drop in on you like this, we were in a bit of a bind. I didn’t trust anyone else to do this.”

“I’m honored you thought of me,” he says as I pull out my credit card to pay. “Nope, absolutely not. This was the most fucking fun I’ve had in ages. My clients have been boring lately. I also don’t want any receipts that you were here. Dolly, I have some hair products I want you to take home.”

This appointment probably costs over two thousand dollars easily. I wasn’t expecting him not to let me pay for it.

“Danik,” I sigh as he waves me off and begins to gather hair products for Dolly.

Bee watches as they talk animatedly, and glances at me. “Holy shit,” she whispers. I know she knows exactly how much a hair appointment and time and materials cost.

“Yep,” I mutter. “I guess he’s shoring up his good karma points, baby. Let’s head to the office.”

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