“Well, don’t you look sharp.” I gave Kayden an approving nod. “I’ve always said you clean up nice.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered dismissively, fighting a self-pleased grin.
He ran a hand down the smooth surface of his face and throat, which had just been shaved as close as a razor can get. In recent weeks Kayden had been keeping a short beard, making this morning’s transformation dramatic.
We left the barber shop and started a short walk to our next destination. I’d gotten a shave too, as well as a haircut. My hair stayed longish—that’s just the way it likes to be—but the trim was overdue. It felt really good to run my fingers through my mane and tame it easily after a current of wind caught and played with it on our way across an intersection.
The staff in the tux shop had been await
