Chapter 15

“Listen, we have thirty minutes to kill,” he says with a lazy shrug. “If you have anything in mind to pass the time…”

Jai’s heart skips a beat. “Like what do you mean?”

Duane raises one eyebrow suggestively. “I’m sure we can think of something if we try hardenough.” 12

As Duane washes up in the bathroom, Jai returns to the salon and sinks into Kiki’s chair at the front desk, his mind awhirl. Is it just him, or is the plumber actually hittingon him? If any of the stylists here acted like that, Jai thinks, I’d know exactly what they were after. But I can’t read this guy. Or rather, I’m afraid to let myself believe it. What if I’m wrong? What if I flirt back and get punched in the face for my efforts? Or slapped with a harassment charge, what then?