Just One Kiss. Susan Mallery

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      CHAPTER ONE

      “TRIM UP my eyebrows,” Alfred said, wiggling his white, bushy brows as he spoke. “I want to look sexy.”

      Patience McGraw held in a smile. “Big night planned with the missus?”

      “You know it.”

      A concept that would be romantic, if Alfred and his lovely wife were a tad younger than, say, ninety-five. Patience had to keep herself from blurting out a warning that, at their age, they should be careful. She supposed the more important lesson was that true love and passion could last a lifetime.

      “I’m jealous,” she told her client as she carefully trimmed his brows.

      “You picked a piss-poor excuse of a man,” Albert told her, then shrugged. “Excuse my French.”

      “I can’t complain about you telling the truth,” Patience said, wondering what it would be like to live in a bigger city. Where everyone didn’t know every detail of your personal life. But she’d been born in Fool’s Gold and had grown up with the idea that there were very few secrets between friends and neighbors.

      Which meant the whole town knew that she’d gotten pregnant when she was eighteen and the “piss-poor excuse for a man” who’d been her baby’s father had walked out on her and her daughter less than a year later.

      “You’ll find someone,” Alfred told her, gently patting her arm. “A pretty girl like you should have them lined up for miles.”

      She smiled. “You’re very sweet. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were flirting with me.”

      Alfred gave her a wink.

      Despite his compliments, she managed to find herself amazingly man free. Fool’s Gold wasn’t exactly swimming with prospects, and as a single mother, she had to be especially careful. There was also the fact that most of the men she met weren’t interested in other men’s kids.

      As Patience picked up the scissors to clip a couple of errant hairs, she told herself that she was very comfortable with her life. Given the choice, she would rather open her own business than fall in love. But every now and then, she found herself longing for someone to lean on. A man to care about, who would be there for her.

      She stood back and studied Albert’s reflection. “You’re even more handsome than before,” she said, putting down her tools and unfastening his cape.

      “Hard to believe,” Albert said with a grin.

      She laughed.

      “Patience?”

      She didn’t recognize the male voice, but turned anyway. A man stood in the entrance of the shop.

      Her mind registered several things at once. Albert was her last appointment of the day. If the guy was a walk-in, he wouldn’t call her by name. The man was tall, with dark gold-blond hair and deep blue eyes. His shoulders were broad and he had the kind of face that would be happy up on a movie screen. Nice, but she had no idea who he...

      She felt the cape flutter to the floor as she really looked at the man moving toward her. He was a few inches taller, a lot more muscular, but his eyes... They were exactly the same. They even crinkled when he smiled at her.

      “Hello, Patience.”

      She was fourteen again, standing in that empty house, more scared than she’d ever been in her life. There hadn’t been any answers. Not then or since. No solution to the mystery. Just questions and a gnawing sense that something had gone terribly wrong.

      “Justice?” she asked, her voice more breath than sound. “Justice?”

      He gave her a slight shrug. The familiar gesture was enough to send her flying across the shop. She flung herself at him, determined to hang on this time.

      He caught her against him and held on to her nearly as tightly as she held on to him. He was warm and solid and real. She pressed her head against his shoulder and inhaled the scent of him. A clean, masculine smell that had nothing to do with the boy she remembered. This wasn’t happening, she thought, still dazed. Justice couldn’t be back.

      Yet he was. But the man was very different from the boy, and the moment got awkward quickly. She stepped away and put her hands on her hips.

      “What happened? You left me! Where on earth did you go? I was so scared. The whole town was worried. I called the police and everything.”

      He glanced around the salon. Patience didn’t have to follow his gaze to know they were the center of attention. She was used to the friendly interest of the shop, but Justice might find the attention uncomfortable.

      “When can you take a break?” he asked.

      “Five minutes. Alfred is my last client of the day.”

      “I’ll be outside.”

      He was gone before she could stop him, moving with a combination of power and purpose. The second the door closed behind him, the other stylists and half the clients descended.

      “Who is he?” Julia, her boss, demanded. “What a handsome man.”

      “I’ve seen him around town before,” another woman said. “With that ballet dancer. He was her bodyguard.”

      “Has he moved here?”

      “Is he an old boyfriend?”

      Alfred cleared his throat. “Back away, ladies. Give Patience some room to breathe.”

      Patience smiled at him gratefully. He paid her for the cut and gave her a fifty-cent tip. She was so not getting rich working here, she thought as she walked him to the door and kissed his cheek.

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