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instantly got started on his hair. His locks were silkier than I thought they would be, and I found myself running my fingers through his hair more times than necessary because of it.

Chapter 4
Silas
    I jogged around the marsh twice before finally gathering enough nerve to stop by Violet’s. A week had passed since I’d walked into Camille’s salon with the hopes of being able to feel Violet’s fingers slip through my hair. Of course, I’d seen her and shared hellos with her during that time, but it still wasn’t enough. I wanted more than just a few scraps of time pieced together over the course of a week with her. I wanted hours, uninterrupted hours, and I’d made up my mind I would be getting it.
    It was late in the afternoon on Friday and I knew she would be home any second. I’d memorized her daily schedule like a stalker.
    She woke at six every morning and drank the largest mug of coffee I’d ever seen while sitting on her back porch, staring into the moss-covered trees lining the woods. Her days off this week had been Sunday and Monday, and she hadn't done a thing besides rearrange her living room repeatedly both days. I wasn’t sure if she was indecisive about things, or if there was something about her stuff that bothered her.
    When my feet met with the asphalt of our street, I picked up my pace until her house became visible. The second I noticed her SUV wasn’t in the driveway, irritation burned its way through my veins and I let out a low growl. I glanced at my watch. It was nearly five. Where was she?
    I continued toward my house in a slow jog as I tossed around ideas of where she could be. Irrational thoughts built in my mind, but I forced them away. Instead, I struggled to replace them with rational ones like her stopping to get something to eat before heading home. Or her swinging by the grocery store for dinner supplies. My mind tossed in a wrench by adding the possibility of someone asking her out after work and my blood boiled beneath my skin, but I wasn’t sure why. I hadn’t claimed her. She wasn’t mine.
    Yet, a voice inside me said.
    The sound of a vehicle approaching made its way to my ears. I knew it was her even before I glanced over my shoulder to see. I could feel her somehow. She sat behind the wheel of her SUV with her hands gripping the steering wheel as though she were freakishly new to the whole driving thing. Her hair was twisted on top of her head, and even through the distance, I could see the green shamrocks printed across her tank top.
    I shifted my gaze forward again and came to a stop near my porch. Her engine cut off and I licked my lips, preparing to dazzle her with a charming smile. The second she stepped out of her vehicle, I glanced at her and released it.
    “Hey.” My feet moved toward her as if I was being pulled by a magnet. When she slammed her vehicle door shut and started toward me, a thrill jolted through my insides.
    “Hi. How are you?” A sweet smile spread across her face.
    My eyes dipped to the plastic bag in her hands and the tension in my shoulders released as I realized no one had asked her out. She’d only made a detour to the store to pick up a few things before heading home.
    “I’m good. Especially now that I’ve gotten my afternoon jog in.” A gentle breeze blew, sending the scent of coconut from her to my nose. The desire to find out where it stemmed from, her hair or her skin, pulsed through me.
    What I would give to taste her.
    “I don’t know how you can run so late in the afternoon. It’s too hot.” She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and I was suddenly reminded of what it felt like to have her fingers caressing my hair as she cut it. I felt myself harden from the memory.
    God, I’d enjoyed the way her fingers felt gliding through my hair. It had been too long since a woman’s simple touch had aroused me. This was enough confirmation for me to know without a doubt I was staring at my future. I could feel it. There