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LEATHER & LACE
Karen Wiesner




(c)1998 Karen S. Wiesner
ISBN: 1-58200-017-4

All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the
author, and has no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names.
These characters are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or
unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.




CHAPTER ONE
A wild man just walked into the salon.
Though Bethany Briggs had always been shy, it had never gotten in the way
of interacting with her customers. Most of her clients, however, were older
ladies, professional women, or children. This man was first-glance intimidating.
He was dressed in black leather pants, silver-tipped boots, and a tiger-striped
vest. Maybe he hadn't seen the no shoes, no shirt, no service sign in the corner
of the front door.
Setting down the supplies she was stocking her retail shelves with,
Bethany straightened her skirt, then crossed the white and black checkered floor
to the reception desk he was leaning on.
His hair was blond, long and wild. Against his dark skin, it was shockingly
light. When she realized that she found him attractive, despite his wildness,
she blushed. To hide it, she glanced down at the appointment book, scanning it
for his name though she knew it wasn't there. "You have an appointment?" Her
voice was weak with nervousness.
"Nope."
It required all of her courage to look up at him, only to be slammed again
with his attractiveness. His eyes were a breathtaking shade of deep brown. He
was grinning at her as if they'd known each other forever.
Blushing again, she lowered her gaze and asked quietly, "What can I do for
you?"
"Whatever you got in mind, sweetness."
It wasn't as if a man had never come on to her before. She had even had
wild men come on to her. But this was a business. No one came on to her in her
salon, Beauty by Bethany.
"Do you need a haircut, sir?" she asked, glancing at him quickly, trying to
pretend he hadn't said what he had.
"It's Rod Summers, and no. I just came to pick up my baby."
My. . .? Her gaze flew to his face in alarm, and then she knew he hadn't
been referring to a child. "Oh. You must mean Nicole Martini." The other wild
person in the salon.
Grateful to be able to look away, Bethany confirmed that her stylist Olivia