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I’m in awe as I run my fingers through my hair. I woke up this morning and decided I needed a change.

Sage has been at me since we became friends to let her get her hands on my hair, so when I walked through the salon door this morning telling her I was ready, she squawked so loudly she nearly took out my eardrums. I allowed her to have complete creative control. My only request was to keep the length. Luca likes my long hair.

Gone are the dull, mousy brown locks. Sage brightened my hair with icy blonde highlights, giving it dimension with many layers. I look like me, but at the same time, I don’t. The blonde compliments my skin tone and brightens up my eyes.

“You are a miracle worker,” I breathe. “I love it, Sage.”

Sage beams. “I haven’t had this much fun on a head of hair in I don’t know how long. Thank you for trusting me with your transformation, Sukie. You look beautiful.”

Juniper walks into the room with a client she just finished rinsing.

“Holy shit! Sukie, you look hot as fuck.” Juniper turns to her client, who is an elderly lady, and winces. “Excuse my language.”

The lady waves her off with a chuckle. “These ears have heard it all, dear.”

Sage removes the cape from around my neck, and I stand. “Now get out of here and let your man mess it up,” she says, making me blush.

“Will we see you at the clubhouse later?” Juniper asks.

Today is Luca’s birthday, and much to Luca’s dismay, Salem is having a party. “Yep. Though Luca is not happy about it.”

“You tell your man he better show up.” Sage puts her hand on her hip. “I already have a sitter for Ashlyn. I am not missing out on good food, music, and a chance to have drunk sex with my man.”

“Ah, to be young again,” the old lady in Juniper’s chair jests.

I giggle. “No worries. He’ll be there.” I sling my purse over my shoulder. “See you guys later.” I wave over my shoulder.

“All right, girl.” Sage waves back.

“Later, bitch!” Juniper calls out.

On the drive to Luca’s, a police cruiser approaches from the opposite direction. As he passes me without so much a glance, it occurs to me that it’s the first time in forever I’m not riddled with anxiety or fear whenever I’m coming or going. The death of Officer Campbell shocked our community, but for me, it was a relief. The town’s hate toward me and my mother appears to have died with him. We are no longer looked at with disdain or treated as outcasts, at least not to our faces. I’m pretty sure being with Luca has everything to do with their sudden change of heart.

Pulling up in front of Luca’s place, I reach into the back seat for my overnight bag and climb out of my car. I smile when Luca steps out onto the porch. His eyes skim over my face, then flick over my hair. I know right away he digs the new do.

“Babe.” He reaches for me and pulls me against his chest for a long, wet kiss. Oh, yeah. He definitely approves.

Luca leads me inside and drops my bag by the door. “We’ll leave your car here and take my bike.”

“Okay,” I agree. There is not a time I don’t want to be on the back of Luca’s bike. “Are we staying at the clubhouse tonight?”

Luca walks into the kitchen and grabs his cut from the back of the stool.

“No. I don’t plan on drinking that much.”

“But it’s your birthday. I don’t mind sleeping at the clubhouse.”

Luca slips his cut over his shoulder and prowls back toward me, his lips lifted in a grin.

“I know you don’t, babe. But I also know since you’ll be around your girls, you’ll end up shit faced.”

I scrunch my brow. “So.”I mean, he’s not wrong. Whenever I hang with the girls at the clubhouse, I get tipsy.

“So…” Luca drawls. “When my girl gets drunk, she gets hungry for my cock. More so than usual.”

“Luca!” I gasp. “I can’t believe you just said that.” My face heats.

“Not only does my girl like to fuck when drunk, but she’s also very fuckin’ vocal. I don’t want my brothers hearin’ what my woman sounds like when she’s takin’ my dick.”

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