She looked amazing, and given her gratitude, she knew it was thanks to his magic. After tipping him outrageously, she hugged him tightly and went off to set her follow-up appointment. Matt turned to head back to his station and tripped over his own feet at the sight of Dare and Trace casually striding through his double front doors. The sensual menace of the men almost caused his heart to pop out of his chest. Seven stylists worked for Matt. Each of them had a client in his or her chair. Two women worked the desk. A young man collected towels. A manicurist worked on an older woman, and a pedicurist had just walked a regular out. Five patrons filled the plush seats of the waiting room. They all gaped in fascinated awe. And why not? Dare and Trace packed a visceral punch of massive proportions. Dare led the way, looking around with casual insouciance. When he pulled off his dark sunglasses, Matt heard a collective inhalation.
