“You got a buzz cut,” he says, grins. He closes the gap between us on the sofa, slides next to me, and runs a hand over my blond fuzz. His palm and fingers feel soothing against my scalp, calming, needed, and taboo, since he’s involved with Cliff. “I love the military look. Nice.”
“I got it before work today. I stopped at Yorkie’s.”
“Good choice. Yorkie knows what he’s doing. Love that guy. The cut brings out your green eyes, Joslin. You have amazing eyes. You should always wear it that way.”
“My head is freezing. I don’t know what I was thinking. Hair keeps the head warm. Remove the hair and the head gets cold. It’s simple science if you think about it.”
He smiles: broad, alive, tender. Darsey rubs my head again and says, “You’re like a Buddha. I can rub you for luck.”
A short laugh
