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Evan snickers from the chair where I’ve paused so I don’t screw up his cut. “We wondered what happened to you,” he says.

“We moved into Edmonton for a while, then Spruce Grove, before I came back to The Park, and I’ve been here ever since.” I smile, keeping all the horrible things secured behind the wall I’ve built in my mind in order to function properly.

“That’s cool,” Evan replies as I continue working on his hair.

A few minutes pass, and Cort still watches me with an intensity I’ve never felt before. I finish up with Evan in blissful silence until Cassie and Emily arrive minutes before their first clients.

Once Evan has approved his cut, I sit with him as we review the colouring process and what I think would look good on him versus what he wants. I already know the electric blue isn’t something Cort would approve of, so I talk him down to a dark blue that shifts to black in certain lighting.

As soon as Cort sits in my chair, our eyes meet in the mirror, and shockingly, I still see the attraction in his eyes. Mine simmers beneath the surface as my heart races when I touch his hair.

Cort doesn’t really need a cut. I think his infatuation with me is what inspired this. I give him a quick trim, then escort him to the sink for a wash that takes twice as long because I enjoy massaging his scalp entirely too much.

By the time I finish, get Evan booked for later in the week, and they’ve paid, I feel the need for the world's coldest shower to calm my body down.

CHAPTER 4

Cort

Darling fucking Lavigne.

How the hell did I not realize she grew up?

Sure, I haven’t seen her since the divorce. Haven’t checked in on her in too many damn years. But it’s been four days since I saw her, and I can’t stop thinking about her and those sweet legs just begging to wrap around my head while I inhale her creamy cunt.

Fuck.

I’m a dirty old man. Eighteen years her senior and panting over her like a starving dog. But no matter what I tell myself, I can’t fucking stop.

She’s all I think about. Last thing at night, first thing in the morning. In the damn shower, when my cock grows to painful lengths that no amount of stroking deflates. And now, I’m taking Evan back to her salon and about to watch her work on my son while trying to tamp down my lust for a woman who should be untouchable. Someone I should walk away from. The trouble is, I don’t think I’ll be able to. There’s this pounding in my chest that demands I claim her. To make Darling mine. To say, fuck the age difference and all the consequences to come because we are meant to be.

These feelings are new. Claiming a woman as my own and being jealous of everyone else she encounters is foreign to me, and yet, I can’t find that inner voice telling me to back off. That she was, at one point, a girl I helped raise. That I slept with her mother for nearly two years from the start to the finish of our relationship.

“Dad, you okay?” Evan asks as he parks in front of Lavender Curls and shuts the truck off.

“Fine,” I grunt, getting out and meeting him at the front of the truck. I take the keys when he offers them before following the boy inside the salon.

“Evan!” Darling’s face lights up as she comes to greet us. Her eyes briefly land on me, and I notice her bite her lip, and her steps falter. “I’m all ready for you if you want to have a seat.”

The salon is busier today, which means there’s nowhere for me to sit next to Evan and watch.

“Fake Daddy, why don’t you go grab some coffee or something?”

My eyes snap up at Darling’s nickname for me, scorching into her. The blush rising on her cheeks tells me she knows what she just did, and I can’t tell if she regrets it or if her accelerated pulse in her neck is because she’s imagining me between her thighs in the same manner as I am.

“Yeah, I’ll go grab a drink. You two want anything?” I offer while shifting so my steely dick isn’t as noticeable.

“I’ll have an Oreo Iced Capp,” Evan responds. The sugar overload will keep him up all damn night.

“Peach Quencher for me.” Darling smiles, and I allow my eyes to wander down her body again.

I bite back the groan as she turns away and shows off her ass in the delectable black shorts she’s wearing. They hug her derriere perfectly, making my mouth water for a taste. The strip of skin between the high-waisted material and her light pink shirt reveals a tan that has been worked on naturally. Her long, multi-coloured hair hangs halfway down her back in luscious waves, making me want to wrap it up in my fist as I rail her from behind.

Fuck.

Turning quickly, I leave and saunter down to the coffee shop at the other end of the parking lot to give myself time to cool down.

It doesn’t work.

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