But that would be wrong…right?

     Darius pushed through the door into the salon and smirked at him and it was a very near thing that Liam didn’t throat punch him.

     “Your technician is waiting for you,” he managed to get out between gritted teeth.

     “No problem, boss,” Darius said, sauntering past Liam and down the short hall to where a salon employee waited for him.

     “Are you okay?” Mia asked, looking up at him.

     “I am now,” he replied as he lifted his hand to brush her hair away from her face.

     He continued to slide his hand behind her neck and draw her close enough that he could breathe...