CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Lamisi took him to the last place he’d ever expect to end up while in Abidjan. A barber shop.
He ran a hand over the short bush on his head. “I don’t need a cut.”
“It’s not about the haircut. It’s about the interaction.” Grasping his shoulders with both hands, she caught his gaze. “Your mission is to go in there and speak only French. No other language will be allowed.”
“Why a barber shop when we can do it anywhere? What if they butcher my hair?”
Unable to help herself, she reached up and smoothed her fingers over his head. The dark coils sprang under her touch, and he shivered when she caressed the base of his hairline.
What he’d started in the mall lingered, and her neck tingled with the memory of his kiss. His lips the only thing in sight, she stepped closer to
