Marcus cultivated his inner Yul Brynner.
He'd been only 20 when he noticed his hair was thinning. He blamed his mother because he had read hair loss was passed on by the mother, boobs, via the father's DNA. More the luck for his big-breasted sister.
Baldness had not hampered his career as a lawyer in a big firm then later his own.
He made sure his wealth showed on his body.
Walking through the vacation village, the first cold day of October, he still wore a sports coat, an Armani. His pants were creased and his trained trainers bore the name of the world's best tennis player.
Elodie walked beside him. She'd held up pretty well from their college days and raising two children.
Her blond hair looked natural, but he always pointed out if the tiniest dark root peeked out.
He'd fired a secretary, a legal aide really and a good one, because she let her roots show.
"Coffee?" Eloise pointed to the café they were passing.
"Why not." He rubbed his hand over his pure Yul Brynner pate.
Too bad the village was deserted. No one to appreciate him at all.
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