“Kiki,” Duane says. “Since you’re here with me, I’m going to guess she isn’t your girlfriend.”
Jai laughs. “My business partner. We both own half the salon. She’s the one who dyed my hair blue, remember?”
Duane’s gaze drifts up to Jai’s naturally neutral toned locks. Darker than his normal shade, true, but at least it no longer looks Smurfy. “I see you dyed it back.”
“I didn’t pick the other color,” Jai admits, “and I could tell you weren’t entirely thrilled by it—”
“So you did it to impress me.” Something in Duane’s voice suggests he’s less than impressed.
“No,” Jai says. “I did it for me, but you were right. Blue’s cute when you’re twenty-two and hitting the clubs, not when you’re my age and have a business to run. Or trying to impress someone. Now the drapes match the carpet again, if you know what I mean.”