When she didn’t answer, he levered himself up on his elbows and gazed at her face. Shock registered in his eyes. “What’s wrong, angel?”
“Nothing.” She sniffed. “Not a damn thing. Everything’s right…except you’re a werewolf.”
He inhaled deeply. “We’re back to that again, are we?”
She chuckled, realizing that she must be confusing the hell out of him. “No, it’s not like that. I just… I don’t know. Maybe you could call it a breakthrough or something. I just realized that…well, like you said to me before. You’re the one, Konrad. I won’t look elsewhere.”
He dove for her mouth, kissing her deeply. When she thought she was going die if she didn’t take a breath, she pushed against his chest lightly, and he broke the kiss.
“Whew,” she said and panted.
He smiled. “I know.”
She ran her fingers through his hair. “God knows how we wound up together…the werewolf and the human.”
“The lawyer and the thief…”
“But we belong together.”
“Thank God.” He laid his head next to hers and whispered, “You’ll never regret loving me. I’ll be good to you. I promise.”
Chapter 14
Roz walked through the purple door of the beauty school and salon where she and Morgaine had gone before. Beverly, the head instructor, stood next to a student working on a haircut and glanced over her shoulder.
“Back again so soon? Is there a problem with your color?”
Roz said, “Not the color. Look.” She turned around to show off her singed ends.
The woman in the student’s chair gasped.
“Oh, no! That damage isn’t from the student,” Beverly was quick to point out. She rushed over. “What happened?”
“Uh, it was a cooking accident.”
“Holy smokes!”
Roz chuckled. “You can say that again. Is there any way it can be fixed?”
“We’ll have to try. My best student is just finishing up. Caroline, are you happy with your hair?”
“Very, considering I didn’t come out looking like that.” She pointed to Roz.
“I don’t want to bump any of your scheduled clients. I just wanted to show it to you, first to see if you can fix it, and second, so you could figure out how much time you’ll need.”
“I can’t let you walk out of here looking like that. I trust the girls to finish what they’re doing without my hovering over them. I’ll take care of you myself.” She spoke to the student. “Anna, take your client to the front desk, please.”
“Okay, but as soon as I do that, can I watch what you’re doing?”
“Sure, fixing things like this would be good for you to see. In fact, all my students should see it. Do you mind, Roz?”
“I guess not.”Hmmm…I’m a guinea pig after all.
The client got out of the chair and gestured to it. “Here. You need this more than I do.”
Roz thanked the tactless woman and got comfortable in the black leather chair. Beverly walked around the salon and gathered students who weren’t in the middle of anything time sensitive.
Anna walked her client to the front desk and returned. “That’s a shame. You’re lucky it was in the back, though. You could have singed off your eyebrows.”
