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He had always loved her braid.
It was pretty in its simplicity and consistency. Abby Walters, later Abby Griffin, always wore a braid. It kept her hair out of her beautiful face and was practical enough to not give her too much trouble in the mornings.
He knew for certain they would be all living on the ground before Abby give up that hairstyle, which was, incredibly, exactly what had happened.
Nevertheless, he remained being very fond of the braid.
Until he saw her messy ponytail for the first time.
In that moment something inside him stirred and woke up and he couldn't put it back to sleep. That ponytail screamed to him how strong, passionate and strong-willed Abby Griffin was. It was always hastily made, like she was hurrying up to do something (which probably was true) and couldn't care less how her hair would look. It left some tantalizing curls loose to frame her face. It showed her slender neck like the braid did but, at the same time, in a whole different and sexy way. It was mesmerizing.
So when she started to use her hair loose again, Marcus Kane was already deeply in love with her.