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They wereallnice.
Not fighting me for carbs, like Dessie and Bailey would have done. Picking up on Joel’s nickname and getting on board, using it in a soft, gentle way that wrapped me in warm velvet.
“Yeah, thanks,” I said, scooping up a piece that was practically coated in garlic.
Probably not conducive for Joel’s plans later, but meh. I took a huge bite...because it was garlic bread from Luna’s.
Joel’s thigh shifted on mine as he leaned forward and grabbed his own piece.
Ah, well, double the garlic, double the fun.
“Your hair is fabulous.”
I looked from my bread to Delilah, who was a hairstylist with obviously fabulous hair (and chunky blonde highlights), expecting her to be looking at someone else—Kira, for example, who had gorgeous shining brown locks, or Janette, whose gray hair was gorgeous and sleek and fell to her shoulders, or Avery, who rocked a platinum pixie cut in a way I never could, or even Rob, whose salt and pepper close-cropped hair showed off the rugged lines of his face.
But Delilah was looking at me.
Atmyhair.
Something I’d cursed on a regular basis my entire life because it was way too much fucking work. Though, recently, it was also something that was looking damned good. Mostly because of the new brush Joel had bought me, along with some sort of cream I put in before I blow-dried it.
Yup.
The man had bought me a brush and curl cream and now looking at Lila (see? I was on the nickname kick, too), I realized that thoughtfulness was probably genetic.
A Marshall family trait.
Reinforced by Janette murmuring, “It really is,” as she scooped up her own piece of bread. “I’ve always wanted curls, but this”—she tugged at a strand of her hair—“always goes limp.”
“Well,” I admitted. “They’ve been a bear to deal with my whole life. Though”—I glanced up at Joel through my lashes—“it’s gotten a little easier since this one hooked me up with a new brush and cream.”
Lila grinned. “That’swhy you called me and asked about curly hair?”
A shrug, Joel’s cheeks going a little pink. “You had knowledge. I needed it.”
And I’d complained about my hair. I remembered doing it after the shower we took together a few nights before, lamenting how much of a pain it was to deal with. Then the next time I’d grabbed my shower caddy there was a new brush and the curl cream tucked inside.
Joel.
Washi tape.
Curl cream.
A special brush.
And he’d gone to his sister for the information.
My heart squeezed, and I lifted my hand, cupping it over his jaw, the bristles of his beard tickling my palm, whispered, “Thank you.”
Joel glanced down at me, turning his head so that his lips pressed to my palm instead, kissing me lightly there. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”
I inhaled.
And…I thought he meant it.
I thought he believed it.
And…I…God, I was falling for this man.
