“Are you kidding? You want to highlight my hair? Wax my face? Let me repeat myself. No. Way. I’m going home.”

Benny threw up his hands. He spoke with a fake British accent, though Kennedy knew he was straight from the Bronx. “I cannot work under such conditions. I am an artist. I take your clients as a favor to you, but I will not be insulted.”

“Listen, buddy, I read Glamour, and it specifically states that highlights need to be kept up every two weeks. I’m sure as hell not going to a salon on a regular basis, so you better rethink the plan.”

Benny huffed. Then spoke with grudging approval. “He is right. I refuse to give highlights to someone who will not maintain.”

Nate sat up taller and made a move to rise from his chair. “That’s right. Now who’s the expert? I’m outta here.”

Benny curled his lip in disdain.

“Nate, please listen.” Kennedy placed a light restraining hand on his arm, which immediately grabbed all of Nate’s focus. “Benny is going to polish up your appearance to increase your natural confidence. You’re not getting a fair shot with a lot of good women because you haven’t taken the time to make a good first impression. I promise you it’s not that dramatic a change.”

“You want to cut off all my hair.”

“Consider it shedding season and let’s be done with this,” the stylist sneered.

“Benny!”

Benny picked at a cuticle, already done with the whole episode. Nate glared and crossed his arms against his chest. Kennedy sighed internally. Ah, crap. Dealing with a man’s appearance was always delicate, but especially one with so much work to do. Her fingers itched to uncover what she knew he was hiding: a certain geeky hotness that would intrigue women and find him love.

The unibrow rose. “How come this is all a one-way street? Why don’t you trust me to tell you I’m fine the way I am? I refuse to be some blond-ass Twinkie.”

She bit down on her lower lip to keep from laughing. Benny rolled his eyes. “As if,” he muttered under his breath.

Nate jerked his head. “I heard that.”

“Okay, listen, if you do this for me, I’ll do something for you.”

Benny looked interested. “I had no idea, darling.”

Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Relax, Benny—I’m not sleeping with him. But Nate, you can choose something that will stretch my boundaries. Even though you’re a client, I usually don’t ask them to do anything I wouldn’t be willing to complete myself. Name it.”

He feigned disinterest. “You’re already beautiful.”

A shot of female vanity and pride hit her. “Thank you. Look, you won’t get this opportunity again. Pick something and I’ll do it. The offer disappears in a minute.”

“Let me teach you to golf.”

She winced. Oh, this was bad. Being dragged out on an endless lawn to smack a ball and walk eight miles to do it again was so not on her bucket list. And the outfits they wore were plain scary. Those awful collared shirts and plaid pants above the ankle. She once saw a golfer on TV wearing bright orange shorts without even a hint of irony. Nightmare. Not to mention the droning on and on about handicaps and strokes. “How about we bank the favor for now? Think about it more in depth and come up with something you really want. Okay?” She used her best pout and lowered her lids. Only once had a man told her no when facing off against that particular expression. She knew her odds were good.

His face turned stubborn. “No. Golf. And not just once. I need a few sessions in order to teach you properly.”

She shuddered. Analyzed the options for a way out. Found none. She could threaten him, but he’d still refuse and, without changing his appearance, she’d be too behind the eight ball. Or golf ball. “Fine. You win. But no more bitching and giving Benny a headache. You follow our instructions. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Benny?”

The stylist ran his fingers through Nate’s shaggy locks, a look of disgust on his face. “Deal. This is too horrific not to help with.”

“Thanks.”

She scrolled through her text messages and waited while Benny prepped a moisturizing treatment and began his magic. Kennedy sipped coffee, answered emails, and tried to ignore her client’s grunts and groans of horror as the solution was rubbed into his scalp. Roughly. A razor edge was brought out from the drawer and a hot washcloth placed on his face. Suddenly, Benny gave a shout.

“My God, I am brilliant. This man needs scruff.”

Kennedy walked over. Nate’s voice was muffled under the cloth. “What?”

“Do you think he can pull it off?” she asked.

Benny tapped a finger over his chin and debated. “It’s a gamble. If I do this correctly, he can become my greatest creation.”

“I’m a fucking Frankenstein now? Get me out of here.”

“Shush,” Benny said.

“What the hell? I shave every day and now this is a problem?”

“Shush,” Kennedy said. “Let him think.”

Benny finally nodded. “We shall do it. But it must be delicate. I will set up the pattern but he must promise to follow it exactly. The hair growing in needs to be the right shape so he doesn’t end up looking like a drug dealer gone bad.”

Nate whipped off the cloth. “Drug dealer? No stubble, I’m an aerospace engineer.”

Benny cocked his head. “Hmm, I’m making over a rocket scientist, huh? Not bad.”

“Aerospace engineer.”

“Shush,” Kennedy and Benny said in unison.

Benny wielded the blade in warning. Nate settled back into his chair. Kennedy went back to work, content to let Benny work his magic.

“What are you putting on my eyes?” Kennedy pressed her lips together. Benny didn’t answer, just applied the hot wax to the nightmare unibrow. “That’s hot and sticky. What’s going on?”

“Stop whining.”

Kennedy swallowed a giggle and spoke up. “Benny needs to clean up your brows.”

“They’re eyebrows, for God’s sakes. What can you do to them?”

Benny pressed the fabric down. And ripped it off.

“Shit!”

“Stop being a baby. Women handle hard-core pain on a daily basis. Now hold still, I’m not finished.”

“You ripped my hair off my face. I’m a guy.”

“A hairy guy. You will need to wax regularly.”

“Fuck you.”

Kennedy held back a gasp. Interesting. Nate rarely cursed. Extreme pain pushed his societal limits. She wondered what else did, but then quickly shut down the thought.

An hour later, Ben revealed the finished cut, keeping Nate turned around so he wasn’t able to peek at his reflection. An odd shiver coursed down her spine as she stared at the new and improved Nate Dunkle.

Oh. Yeah.

Frankenstein he was not. His dull brown hair now gleamed with health and shine, in a dusky golden brown that picked up the moss green in his eyes. The expert cut gave the front a bit of a wave that just brushed his brow. The back was a layered razor cut to shape his head and give him a touch of bad boy. The features of his face were finally revealed, and she admitted it had been a crime to cover them up with all that hair. She envisioned the way the dark stubble would edge his chiseled jaw and mouth, adding to the overall appeal. Her belly flipped over just once.

“You’re looking at me funny. How bad is it?”

Kennedy smiled. “You look amazing. Turn around.”

The chair swiveled. Those eyes widened as he took in the new cut. They both waited him out. Kennedy was getting used to his silences, and respected the way his mind processed every detail of the world around him.

“Not bad.”

Benny sniffed. “As if. I am a master. We should have done this for a reality TV show. I would’ve been famous.”

“As if,” Nate muttered.

Kennedy gave him a glare in the mirror and hugged Benny. “You are a genius, thank you.”

“For you, my love, anything. He must moisturize weekly and return to me every week until I am assured he can handle his stubble. Have you considered laser hair therapy for his back?”

“Hey, Ben, have you read the latest article in Esquire citing a diamond earring worn in the left ear gives off an air of desperation? How are you making out on the bar scene lately?”

The hooked nose turned up in its signature sign of disgust. “Stop being a mitch and get your ass out of my salon.”

“A what? A mitch? What the hell is that?”

“A male bitch. Don’t you get out enough? Learn the language.”

Nate gaped. “That word doesn’t exist and is not defined by Webster’s.”

“Live your life by Webster’s standards and you’ll miss out on everything. Wake up.”

“I’m in some type of acid-tripped-up Wonderland. I can take care of my own stubble.”

Benny dropped his voice. “Cross me once, my little aerospace engineer, and you shall live to regret it.”

“Go ahead. Make my day.”

Ken jumped in between them. “Bonding time is over! Let’s go.” She scrawled her name to the VISA sales slip, grabbed the moisturizer, and marched Nate out.

“How do you find these people? First Ming, then Benny. Who’s next, the murderer from Texas Chainsaw Massacre to show me how to socialize properly?”

She clamped down another laugh and headed toward the car. “No, Kinnections will take care of that. The gym is next; I have something planned. You can meet me there Wednesday night. I’ll text you the address.”

Misery carved out his features. “Funny, suddenly having my hair ripped from my skin sounds like more fun.”

“Don’t be so dramatic. Is this your car?” She looked down at the super sleek black Tesla and gave him extra points. “Nice.”

He practically beamed. “Thanks. Completely battery powered and emission free.”

A smile tugged at her lips. “And it’s pretty hot. So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Where are you going?”

She frowned. “Home.”

“It’s a beautiful night, you tortured me for hours, and I’m due a reward.” Kennedy jumped off the curb. No way was she going through another stolen-kiss routine. The first one had almost ruined her. Nate laughed. “Relax. I’m not going to jump you. We’re getting ice cream.” He snagged her hand and led her down the sidewalk.

Shock kept her immobile for a while. “Ice cream? It’s March. Ice cream is one of the most fattening treats a person can indulge in. Absolutely not. I’m avoiding dairy lately at all costs.”

“And you’re probably miserable. It’s the last week in March and officially spring. Eating ice cream alone is a crime—you’re coming with me. Consider it babysitting duty. You can watch me eat and make sure I don’t get into any trouble.”

A dozen protests fluttered through her mind, but he allowed her no time to voice them. The sun hung suspended over the line of the Hudson River, caught between day and evening, and threw the world into a rosy light that shimmered off the water. Her heels clicked on the pavement as he settled into a comfortable walking pace and began his way up Main Street. Shops began to turn on their silvery lights and displayed their wares proudly, ranging from pottery and sculpture to an array of cafés promising baked goods, fresh breads, and designer coffees. Kennedy relaxed and waved to Julia, the local librarian, and chatted a few seconds with old man Charlie, who sat on the same park bench beginning at five o’clock until his buddy Frank got off work and they marched to Mugs for their daily Coors Light cocktail. Emma stopped them to give Kennedy a special gluten-free dog treat for Kate’s dog, Robert, to help test out the new samples from the Barking Dog Bakery. Nate seemed comfortable to hang out while she chatted. Emma shot them a curious look. She tried to tug her hand from his grip, but he held firm, so she gave up. When was the last time she strolled down the street hand in hand with a man? His fingers were warm and strong, and it was nice to pretend for a little while that she had a normal relationship like everyone else.

A group of boys flew past them on skateboards, chased by giggling girls. She suddenly realized he seemed to know the town well.

“I didn’t know you were familiar with Verily.”

“I’m not.”

She swung her head around. His profile was strong and graceful in the dying sun, even marred by the horrible frames of his glasses. “Then how do you know there’s an ice cream place open?”

“A quaint, artistic river town in New York on Main Street. Are you kidding? They always have ice cream.”

She shook her head. “You didn’t even have dinner yet.”

“I’m a rebel.”

Kennedy smiled.

They reached the small café, Xpressions, which boasted gourmet treats and homemade ice cream chock full of calories, fat, and deliciousness. Nate took his time picking out the flavor, requesting samples of the Raspberry Razzle and Chocolate Truffle. She thought about getting a fat-free frozen yogurt, but it was just too pathetic even to bother with. He turned to her with a serious frown. “If it was up to you, what flavor would you get?”