Beau
“Don't go," he spoke low, his eyes looking everywhere but at mine.
“Okay," I replied just as low and he nodded, letting me know he heard, and then reached toward a small hidden compartment behind my hip. Opening it up, he pulled out a tablet-looking device.
It was a remote.
Hendrix settled back into his earlier position with his head on my lap, wiggling a bit in place, and brought his hair toward my fingertips just a couple of inches away.
Without a word, I complied to his silent request and ran my fingers through his thick black hair. Scratched his scalp, while he swiped a finger over the tablet's interface.
A few buttons were pressed, and the projection screen came down from the ceiling and his equipment turned on. Another swipe of his index finger and the bright bold red and
