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took hold of her hands and pushed the phone back a bit. “I’ve got it,” he said.
    Bending to look into the mirror, Jak directed his next question at Spock. “How about you Mr.…?”
    “Spock.”
    Jak nodded once, slowly. “Call me Khan,” he deadpanned. “Mr. Spock, do you agree to the look your lady wants?”
    All it took was a smile from Spock accompanied by tented fingers for Jak to go to work. Of course Rue kept buzzing around the two men, asking questions and adding commentary. She needed perfection, as close to a clone of Ian Somers as they could get. It didn’t take long for Jak to have her escorted to the waiting area where a glass of wine and a magazine were thrust into her hands. Her instructions: “Sit here and stop rocking the boat.”
    After a couple of hours’ wait, her foot started tapping loud enough to rival the dance music. That’s when they sent another glass of wine over. She didn’t drink it so much as sip it a little.
    Finally Jak summoned her to his station. As she walked towards the Bengal she took stock of her state. Her strides were steady but she had a pleasant little buzz going. Still, she wasn’t tipsy, which was good because what she saw when she peeked around Jak’s massive body would’ve knocked her on her ass. She got giddy on sight. The haircut could only be called sublime; it showed off the sunlit sky eyes that had somehow remained blue since she’d agreed to hand over her bottle.
    Starting at the top of Spock’s head she took inventory, comparing him to Ian Somers line item by line item.
    Haircut and color. Perfect.
    Brow bone and eyebrows. Damn straight.
    Eyes. Wow.
    Nose and cheekbones. Sweet hot damn.
    Lips and Chin. Wait a damn minute.
    “He’s bleeding. Why the hell is he bleeding?”
    Spock held some gauze, speckled in red, to his face. Rue pulled his hand away to get a better look at what had happened to him. There was a fresh cut that curled around the slight cleft in his chin. Her heart pounded as she grabbed the sides of his face and examined the injury. He sat still allowing her to turn his head from side to side.
    “It’ll be fine,” he murmured to her, strumming her thighs with his fingertips, his tone soothing.
    Rue told herself she wasn’t concerned about Spock. Nope. Not that much anyway. She was more troubled by the fact Ian Somers didn’t have a scar. Right? Sure.
    “It’ll heal in a half hour or so,” Jak interrupted, wiping his hands on a red towel. “His facial hair had grown into the scar tissue. It was a mess and we had to keep opening it up to tweeze each individual follicle out.”
    Rue gave him a hard look and the big tiger took a step back. Worried over whether the cut had hurt, she gently traced the pad of her thumb over the half moon shape. The skin knitted together beneath a stroke of glowing blue as her thumb moved, leaving a thin pale scar behind.
    She jerked back as Jak leaned in and stared from Spock’s chin to her and back at the chin. “That’s a hell of a thing.”
    Before Spock could ask what happened someone called out, “Are you Ian Somers?”
    Rue’s entire body went rigid. There were things you dreamed of, daydreams you held dear, but never expected to happen. This moment brought one of Rue’s dearly held wishes into full fruition. The person who’d asked Spock if he was Ian Somers was the star of the YouTube wine circuit, host of Vine Whine, Rue’s personal favorite, Andrea Cramer.
    Rue would deny it if anyone asked but she might’ve clutched her pearls. Maybe.
    Please, please, please, do not let Spock embarrass me. He can do this. Right? Sure.
    Spock rose from the chair, dropping the bloody gauze into the trash. He thanked Jak with a nod, and extended his hand to Andrea. “I am. And you’re Andrea Kramer of Vine Whine, right?”
    Whoa, Rue nearly threw a fist into the air. Spock must’ve watched YouTube before he’d fallen on hard times and therefore he recognized Andrea. This just might work