“Do you like my hair?" "What?" She tilted her head to the side, revealing her creamy neck. "Why are you asking that now?" "Do you?" "Yes, very much." "Good. Next time you think of going off on some tangent, think how my nice head of brown hair will be turning gray if you don't stop scaring me." Her lips curled in a genuine smile. She lifted her hand and touched the hair at his temple. "I think I'd like you gray too." He captured her hand in his and kissed the fingertips. "And if I have my way, someday you'll get to find out if you do.”
Book:When Love Calls