My eyes lit up. “They totally need someone here to give cuts. There’s a barber set that gets passed around, but half the guys have butchered hair when they try to do it themselves, so they end up shaving it short. It wouldn’t be glamorous work, but it would be helpful.”
“Sure. I’ll do whatever.” He swallowed hard. “I asked them if Thomas had shown up here, but he hasn’t. I don’t know where he could be. He’s smart. Very capable. Not gullible like me; he’s the one who knew there was a problem with the DRI. He saved us.”
He was still trying to talk himself into believing Thomas was safe somewhere, but I knew better. I was certain J.D. would also come to that conclusion in his own time.
“It’s not safe out there for anyone,” I said. “I’m so sorry, J.D. I can’t imagine how awful it is not to know.”
He closed his eyes. “Sometimes I can’t handle it. I close my eyes and pretend I’m home reading Riley Hart and sipping a Manhattan. And then Sean comes along and makes me insane, trying to keep it real and toughen me up. He’s a bear, you know.”
I smiled. “He comes across very kind and gentle to me. And cute.”
J.D. opened his eyes just to roll them at me. “I’d never date a ginger. Too bossy. Even one who’s sort of auburn-ish, not that orangey-red.”
“These are strange times,” I told him. “Never say never.”
