Page 111 of Captivated By Danger

It was after eight, so I was surprised that he was here. The first place I thought he would be was his bedroom, but he wasn’t in there. His workout shoes were by the bed, so he’d finished working out, so he wouldn’t be in the gym. I’d walked all over the house until I got to the laundry room and heard his voice. Inside the laundry room was another door that was already open.

“The way I’ve been looking all over…” I paused when I realized that he wasn’t alone.

He was sitting in a barber chair getting his hair cut. The man that occupied the other barber chair, also getting his hair cut was his father. For a split second, I could understand why his mother put up with his bullshit because that man was fine as hell. Good Lord. When his father looked me up and down, I suddenly felt naked. When I looked at Diesel, he was licking his lips, making me blush.

“You’ve found me. What do you need?” Diesel finally spoke.

“Good morning, first. I just wanted to check on you since I didn’t see you or talk to you yesterday.”

“Okay,” he responded.

Even with his bad ass attitude, he was still fine as hell, and I hated it. He and I were staring at each other until his father started speaking.

“Hey. I’m Diesel’s father. Duncan. How are you?”

He stretched his arm from under the cape. I walked over to him and shook his hand.

“Good morning, Mr. Duncan. I see where hedoesn’tget his manners.”

He smiled showing a perfect set of teeth. I looked at Diesel who was eyeing me, so I rolled my eyes and looked back at his father.

“I’m Greysen.”

“Greysen, I’ve heard so much about you.”

I blushed. “I can’t believe that. I can barely get ten words out of this one over here.”

His barber smiled. I went and stood back by the door and looked at Diesel. I’d never seen him look so relaxed.

“Grey, weren’t you heading somewhere?”

His barber twisted the chair around toward the mirror. Diesel turned his head from side to side.

“You want me to take a little more off the side?” Diesel’s barber asked.

“Yeah, that’s cool.”

“You think you cute, don’t you?”

He looked at me in the mirror. “You said that, not me.”

“You and that smart ass mouth, I’ll throw my phone over there and make him cut a bald spot in your head.”

“Ms…”

“Greysen,” I said.

“McCree,” Diesel said immediately after me.

“Ms. McCree, the building could be coming down around us and his cut will still be fresh. Ask about me.”

“I guess because—”

“Ms. Greysen, go workout.”

“Oh. I have an event tonight at Columbia too.”

He raised an eyebrow.

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