Hell no. But Gray was right. Hud wasn’t going to stop pushing, because Kincaids never stopped. Looking for trouble. Finding it. Fucking things up. All of the above, they were masters at all of it.

Five minutes later Aidan opened the front door of the salon just as his cell buzzed. Another Facetime call.

“What the hell are you doing at the salon?” Gray asked.

Aidan vowed to delete the Find Your Friends app off his phone if for no other reason than to have a private life. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m off the clock.”

“You getting a perm? Your cuticles done? A manscape?”

Aidan flipped him off, ended the call, and entered the salon.

Jonathan came from the left at the exact moment Lily came from the right.

Aidan took in Lily’s warm smile and without warning his brain went to war with his dick.

Why is she smiling like that? his brain asked, a little stunned and also immediately skeptical. She never smiles at us like that.

Who gives a fuck? his dick said. She’s gorgeous.

“I’m on this one,” Lily told Jonathan.

Jonathan grinned.

“Not like that!” she said quickly, her cheeks flaming. “Go away!”

Jonathan laughed and vanished into the back, leaving them alone.

“So,” Aidan said, mentally cracking his knuckles. “You said something about returning my favor.” He looked around the salon warily. The place wasn’t overly girlie or anything, but Aidan saw lots of things he had absolutely no use for.

Lily smiled. “You look nervous.”

He met her gaze and found a light of mischief there that he hadn’t expected. “And you look like you’re up to something.”

She laughed. Laughed.

And damn, he enjoyed that too. He’d missed seeing her happy, but now his brain and dick went on high alert for two different reasons. Danger, abort mission, his brain warned. No, she totally wants us, his dick said. “Listen, this returning the favor thing isn’t necessary—”

“I promise it won’t hurt a bit.” But she looked very amused, which put him on guard.

“Uh-huh,” he said, looking around, fully expecting one of his brothers to jump out at him. “So what are we talking about here?”

“I just wanted to give you a”—

He went brows up. He had no idea where she was going with the rest of that statement, but once again his brain and dick took it straight to the gutter. Blow job, both said in his head.

—“haircut,” Lily said at the same moment, and then narrowed her eyes at him. “What did you think I was going to say?”

“No idea.” He flashed a rueful smile. “But it was definitely going to be X-rated.”

“I should reiterate, that kiss was a mistake. So let’s stick with a haircut.”

“Which one?”

“Which one what?” she asked.