“What’s wrong with cutting it that way?” he immediately defended, making the other men in the room chuckle. “It’s practical. Takes two minutes.” She gawked at him. “I was joking. Jesus Christ, Devon. You don’t seriously cut your own hair?” He blinked at her. “Why not? When it gets too long, it drives me insane.” “Fuck. I swear, you guys need a goddamn keeper. Not one for the house either,”
