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getting her. What it was, he couldn’t be sure. But when he’d seen the man touching her the night before, he snapped. Never had he experienced such a burning anger as he’d felt in that moment. He’d been unable to stay sane enough to remain in his human form.
He’d recognized the aggressor’s species immediately. The man was a Blood Goblin. He would never forget the stench that clung to their flesh. They were known for preying on young men and women and got their rocks off on blood and torture. Anger had burned him to pieces when he’d slammed into the disgusting being, the animal bursting out of him like some sort of newbie. What was worse was that she was gone after he’d beaten the devilish creature almost to the point of oblivion.
He’d searched for her, but she was nowhere to be found. He’d been up all night looking for her, like some sort of obsessive fan boy. Especially after he found a pair of white heels just inside the back door of the bar. Hers. He had scooped them up like they were precious jewels.
She proved almost impossible to track. A beautiful aroma, but so very puzzling to his senses. He was an excellent tracker. He could find anyone with just a whiff of their scent … but not her. Eventually, he caught wind of her and was led straight to a hair salon named Dye Hard.
Someone’s a Bruce Willis fan.
Looking through the glass, he spotted a life-size cutout of a young Bruce Willis. Nailed it. More importantly, he spotted a framed license along the back wall. Kiera Lynn McBroom. Hers!
He was home and in bed in less than five minutes. He knew what to do the next day.
And here he was: flowers in one hand, high heels in the other—a damned idiot trying to woo a woman.
Kiera sighed as she pulled the cheetah-print tarp off her customer and hung it on the hook next to the large mirror at her station. Exhausted was the only word that could describe how she felt at that moment. Sleep hadn’t found her until the early hours of the morning and when it did, she was assailed with bad dreams filled with Roth and crazed white tigers.
“It looks good, Kiera. I’m so glad I started coming to you instead of that Pro Clips place.” Luke admired his new haircut in the mirror. She smiled at him, though she knew he wasn’t really being serious. He came in every week and she buzzed his whole head. Even Pro Clips couldn’t mess that up. “You look great, by the way. I mean, wow. Who knew Weight Less worked so well?”
Kiera blushed and averted her eyes, looking down at the little figurines at her station. She’d bought herself a souvenir at the airport when she arrived in Maine four years ago. The ceramic frog smiled at her, holding a little guitar in its green hands. At the bottom little black letters spelled out Hello from Maine! It wasn’t the most original thing she’d ever seen, but it was cute. Since landing the job at Dye Hard, Darla and Maryline had given her a slew of other frog figurines, most of them doing something ridiculous. They were starting to take over her workstation, but Kiera didn’t mind. She’d even crocheted a lily pad for them to sit on.
“Kiera?”
She coughed into her hand and met Luke’s gaze in the mirror. “Yeah, who knew?” She smiled. “Your total is—” She was cut off when forty dollars was held out to her. “Oh, Mr. Jennings, this is far too much, you know it only costs twelve—”
“I know, but I think everyone deserves a decent-sized tip every once in a while. And didn’t I tell you to stop calling me Mr. Jennings? You make me sound like an old man.”
Luke was definitely far from old. He couldn’t have been a day over twenty-five. He dressed nicely and had one of those smiles you could never forget. Kiera had thought he was handsome ever since the first time he came in to get his hair cut six months ago. He had always been an extremely good tipper, but never this good.
“Well, thank you, Mister—er, Luke, but I really couldn’t accept
He’d recognized the aggressor’s species immediately. The man was a Blood Goblin. He would never forget the stench that clung to their flesh. They were known for preying on young men and women and got their rocks off on blood and torture. Anger had burned him to pieces when he’d slammed into the disgusting being, the animal bursting out of him like some sort of newbie. What was worse was that she was gone after he’d beaten the devilish creature almost to the point of oblivion.
He’d searched for her, but she was nowhere to be found. He’d been up all night looking for her, like some sort of obsessive fan boy. Especially after he found a pair of white heels just inside the back door of the bar. Hers. He had scooped them up like they were precious jewels.
She proved almost impossible to track. A beautiful aroma, but so very puzzling to his senses. He was an excellent tracker. He could find anyone with just a whiff of their scent … but not her. Eventually, he caught wind of her and was led straight to a hair salon named Dye Hard.
Someone’s a Bruce Willis fan.
Looking through the glass, he spotted a life-size cutout of a young Bruce Willis. Nailed it. More importantly, he spotted a framed license along the back wall. Kiera Lynn McBroom. Hers!
He was home and in bed in less than five minutes. He knew what to do the next day.
And here he was: flowers in one hand, high heels in the other—a damned idiot trying to woo a woman.
Kiera sighed as she pulled the cheetah-print tarp off her customer and hung it on the hook next to the large mirror at her station. Exhausted was the only word that could describe how she felt at that moment. Sleep hadn’t found her until the early hours of the morning and when it did, she was assailed with bad dreams filled with Roth and crazed white tigers.
“It looks good, Kiera. I’m so glad I started coming to you instead of that Pro Clips place.” Luke admired his new haircut in the mirror. She smiled at him, though she knew he wasn’t really being serious. He came in every week and she buzzed his whole head. Even Pro Clips couldn’t mess that up. “You look great, by the way. I mean, wow. Who knew Weight Less worked so well?”
Kiera blushed and averted her eyes, looking down at the little figurines at her station. She’d bought herself a souvenir at the airport when she arrived in Maine four years ago. The ceramic frog smiled at her, holding a little guitar in its green hands. At the bottom little black letters spelled out Hello from Maine! It wasn’t the most original thing she’d ever seen, but it was cute. Since landing the job at Dye Hard, Darla and Maryline had given her a slew of other frog figurines, most of them doing something ridiculous. They were starting to take over her workstation, but Kiera didn’t mind. She’d even crocheted a lily pad for them to sit on.
“Kiera?”
She coughed into her hand and met Luke’s gaze in the mirror. “Yeah, who knew?” She smiled. “Your total is—” She was cut off when forty dollars was held out to her. “Oh, Mr. Jennings, this is far too much, you know it only costs twelve—”
“I know, but I think everyone deserves a decent-sized tip every once in a while. And didn’t I tell you to stop calling me Mr. Jennings? You make me sound like an old man.”
Luke was definitely far from old. He couldn’t have been a day over twenty-five. He dressed nicely and had one of those smiles you could never forget. Kiera had thought he was handsome ever since the first time he came in to get his hair cut six months ago. He had always been an extremely good tipper, but never this good.
“Well, thank you, Mister—er, Luke, but I really couldn’t accept
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