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Richard sent up silent thanks when he finished cutting Kel’s hair. He hadn’t expected to feel the things he had, the intimacy of doing it that told him in no uncertain terms he was not as immune to Kel as he wanted to be. He didn’t see any future for them once they’d stopped Giffard, presuming he was the man behind the attacks, and the burglary gang. When it was over, he was certain Kel would want to move on, in spite of the small intimations he’d picked up on that Kel was, just maybe, interested in him as more than someone who needed his protection.
“What do you think?” Richard asked when Kel got up to take a look in the bathroom mirror.
“Have you ever considered a career as a hair stylist? This is great and will go a long way toward changing my appearance. It doesn’t make me u
