“Sienna kind of got me out of it.”
That, Hawke understood. Sienna was fierce in her protectiveness when it came to Toby. Maybe too much so. Hawke understood taking care of those who were his own, but he also understood that a boy needed to explore and be proud of his own strength. “Come on, you’re having a haircut today,” he said, shifting his priorities because no matter the searing depth of his need to see Sienna, this young member of his pack needed him. “How can you get anything done if you can’t see?”
Toby dragged his feet, but he obeyed. Hawke had him dump the soccer ball in the backseat of the truck as he started it up.
“Where are we going?”
“To see Sascha.” His wolf’s curiosity about the baby was too strong for him to wait any longer, and he knew the empath would be happy to tidy up Toby’s hair.
Except Toby went stiff at the idea, the scent of his distress slapping against Hawke. Stopping the truck at once, he reached out to rub the kid’s down-bent head. “What’s the matter?”
“I like Sascha. A lot.”
“I know.” That’s why he’d figured the whole haircut deal would go down better with the empath’s help.
Fisted hands on tense thighs. “I don’t want her to think I’m a baby.”
Oh. “Same with Riley?” The kid worshipped the lieutenant, who treated him like a much younger brother.
Toby’s nod was hard and fast.
“Hmm. In that case, I’ll have to do it.” Driving to park the car deeper in their territory—and aware of Toby gaping at him—he had the boy get out, then rummaged around in the storage well until he found a pair of scissors in the first-aid kit. When Toby gulped, he pointed to the bed of the truck and said, “Sit.”
The boy clambered up onto the tailgate, legs hanging off the edge and words tumbling out at high speed. “My mom used to use Tp to make me sleep when I had a haircut. I never liked it.”
Happy to hear that the fear was a harmless remnant of childhood, not based on hidden trauma, he said, “We’re not using the sedatives in the first-aid kit, so forget about it.”
Toby’s face fell. “Those look really sharp.”
Reaching up, Hawke snipped off a bit of his own hair to test the blades. “Yeah, should do the trick.”
“Uh-oh.” Huge cardinal eyes. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why?”
“ ’Cause every time you cut your hair, Sienna gets mad.”
His wolf pricked up its ears. “Yeah?” He stepped closer.
Toby froze.
“Okay,” Hawke said, having had enough experience with pups to understand logic wouldn’t help right now, “close your eyes and scream as loud as you can.”
“What?”
“Just do it.”
Toby took a deep breath, scrunched his eyes closed . . . and screamed.
Wincing at the earsplitting volley of sound, Hawke snipped off the boy’s far too long bangs in one cut, making sure not to touch the metallic blades to the kid’s skin. “Not bad.” It wasn’t crooked in any case.
Toby’s eyes snapped open. “Did you do it?”
Hawke handed him his hair. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think anyone else will let me scream.” A pensive statement.
“Well, as long as you don’t mind looking like a prison escapee, I can do it.”
“Okay.” Toby beamed.
“How about the bottom?”
“Yours is longer than mine.”
“You can leave it that length on the condition it doesn’t get in your way.”
Toby frowned, considered. Serious little man, Hawke thought, realizing he hadn’t spent that much time with the boy. But man and wolf both liked him—Toby had a simple and deep kindness to him that Hawke knew would never disappear. The last vestiges of childhood fears aside, there was strength there, too. Hesitant yet, still growing, but when Toby came into his own, he’d make the pack proud, of that Hawke had not a single doubt.
“Cut it.” A decisive statement. “I can have it longer after I pass my outdoor lessons.”
Hawke was impressed. “You sure?”
A strong nod. Then Toby closed his eyes, inhaled. It took three screams and by the last one, Toby was laughing. So was Hawke. They sat on the tailgate afterward, eating peanuts from a bag Toby had had in his pocket. The nuts were crushed, but that didn’t matter.
Hawke found himself reevaluating his opinion of the boy as they talked. Toby had the gentleness of an empath, but he saw everything—and he understood that the world wasn’t always kind. Who better, after all, to know the dark side of the human heart than someone gifted with the ability to sense emotion?
But he was also a child.
“I’m thirsty,” he said after crunching the last peanut.
“Me, too.” Turning around, Hawke hunted through the first-aid kit and came up with a bottle of water. “Aha.”
“You’ll have to replace that or Lara will tell you off.”
“Don’t I know it.” Taking a gulp from the bottle, he passed it to Toby.
Who copied his actions.
Hiding his grin, he grabbed the soccer ball. “Come on, squirt.”
Kiss of Snow
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