Chapter 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 hitting on 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?
He hears the bathroom door open and turns to Kiki’s computer, jiggling the mouse to turn on the monitor and try to look busy. Footsteps approach behind him and he glances over his shoulder just as Duane pushes through the curtain from the back room. “Hey, so,” Jai says, a little too quickly, “thirty
