layered so it brushed his face and hit just above his shoulders. He didn’t look much different to her overall, but he would stand out a lot less with hair that could be tucked up under a cap.
Alistair seemed fine with the outcome and had the hairdresser give him some pins to hold it back and a few bands to put it into a low ponytail.
Bridget wondered what was going through his head as he leaned over and stared into the mirror, trying different styles.
Jeff, the hairstylist, washed out her hair and began to blow-dry it. She kept her eyes closed, wanting to be surprised by how it looked, hoping if Jeff could do great things to give Alistair a flattering cut, he could somehow turn her into the sort of beauty that would make Alistair want to melt.
When Jeff was done messing with her hair and flipped it back, she opened her eyes and broke into a wide grin. It was gorgeous. After taking the ends off and making it a manageable length that came just a few inches over her shoulders, the fullness was flattering and soft. Her skin and eyes were brightened by the highlights, which made all her hair look lighter and shinier.
She felt like a new person. Well, still herself but the prettiest version of herself.
Jeff’s eyes softened. “Do you like it?”
She smiled. “Yes.”
“Good,” he said, whipping off her cape and flipping her hair a couple more times.
She’d never be able to do it as well as he had, in soft waves that framed her face, but for now, she could enjoy it. And enjoy Alistair’s reaction.
She turned to him with a smile and saw him fixed on her with a deep frown.
“What is it?” she asked, nervously touching the ends of her hair, feeling bare now that there was less of it.
He shook his head. “I don’t like it.”
Jeff threw up his hands and headed over to the cash register. “I can’t even.”
Alistair glared at him, but there was nothing he could do. Bridget liked her hair, and even if it hurt that Alistair didn’t, she couldn’t do anything about it.
This would make her much harder to identify with the employee badge, and honestly, before she was searching for Lana, this was how she liked to wear her hair anyway.
Not in an overgrown, lank ponytail.
She clenched her jaw, ignoring Alistair as she paid and they headed out.
“What are you angry about?” he asked, looking maddeningly handsome as he shoved his hands in his pockets and followed her outside. His brown hair looked shiny and soft, and the new style was more masculine but still very him. It fit his sharp features, his strong jaw.
“Nothing,” she said, fighting back disappointment as she got in the car. “Come on. We have a bit of a drive to our next place. A normal hotel but a big one. I was thinking that way, we shouldn’t have to deal with someone looking into the appearance of each and every guest.
“Right,” he said, but he still seemed to be pouting.
She didn’t get the problem. What, she wasn’t allowed to even try and be as beautiful as he was? He liked her better as the dowdy, plain girl he could feel superior to?
He gave her an odd look, and she guessed he’d heard her thoughts. But all he did was fold his arms behind his head and lean back in his seat.
Time for the next leg of her road trip with the dragon.
Chapter 10
A few hours later , it was evening, and Bridget was hungry enough to want to risk stopping for dinner at an actual restaurant. Or a roadside bar, which was close enough.
Alistair’s mood had been driving her nuts anyway. He’d been quiet, which was unlike him, and now that she thought about it, he’d been acting weird and distant ever since they’d had sex.
Sure, it had been the best thing she’d ever felt in her life, but he was ruining it by acting moody and sullen. She wasn’t asking for anything from him, despite his horribly mixed messages. On the one hand, he acted like it was so casual between them. Just friends.
On the other, he acted like an enraged husband when she was
Alistair seemed fine with the outcome and had the hairdresser give him some pins to hold it back and a few bands to put it into a low ponytail.
Bridget wondered what was going through his head as he leaned over and stared into the mirror, trying different styles.
Jeff, the hairstylist, washed out her hair and began to blow-dry it. She kept her eyes closed, wanting to be surprised by how it looked, hoping if Jeff could do great things to give Alistair a flattering cut, he could somehow turn her into the sort of beauty that would make Alistair want to melt.
When Jeff was done messing with her hair and flipped it back, she opened her eyes and broke into a wide grin. It was gorgeous. After taking the ends off and making it a manageable length that came just a few inches over her shoulders, the fullness was flattering and soft. Her skin and eyes were brightened by the highlights, which made all her hair look lighter and shinier.
She felt like a new person. Well, still herself but the prettiest version of herself.
Jeff’s eyes softened. “Do you like it?”
She smiled. “Yes.”
“Good,” he said, whipping off her cape and flipping her hair a couple more times.
She’d never be able to do it as well as he had, in soft waves that framed her face, but for now, she could enjoy it. And enjoy Alistair’s reaction.
She turned to him with a smile and saw him fixed on her with a deep frown.
“What is it?” she asked, nervously touching the ends of her hair, feeling bare now that there was less of it.
He shook his head. “I don’t like it.”
Jeff threw up his hands and headed over to the cash register. “I can’t even.”
Alistair glared at him, but there was nothing he could do. Bridget liked her hair, and even if it hurt that Alistair didn’t, she couldn’t do anything about it.
This would make her much harder to identify with the employee badge, and honestly, before she was searching for Lana, this was how she liked to wear her hair anyway.
Not in an overgrown, lank ponytail.
She clenched her jaw, ignoring Alistair as she paid and they headed out.
“What are you angry about?” he asked, looking maddeningly handsome as he shoved his hands in his pockets and followed her outside. His brown hair looked shiny and soft, and the new style was more masculine but still very him. It fit his sharp features, his strong jaw.
“Nothing,” she said, fighting back disappointment as she got in the car. “Come on. We have a bit of a drive to our next place. A normal hotel but a big one. I was thinking that way, we shouldn’t have to deal with someone looking into the appearance of each and every guest.
“Right,” he said, but he still seemed to be pouting.
She didn’t get the problem. What, she wasn’t allowed to even try and be as beautiful as he was? He liked her better as the dowdy, plain girl he could feel superior to?
He gave her an odd look, and she guessed he’d heard her thoughts. But all he did was fold his arms behind his head and lean back in his seat.
Time for the next leg of her road trip with the dragon.
Chapter 10
A few hours later , it was evening, and Bridget was hungry enough to want to risk stopping for dinner at an actual restaurant. Or a roadside bar, which was close enough.
Alistair’s mood had been driving her nuts anyway. He’d been quiet, which was unlike him, and now that she thought about it, he’d been acting weird and distant ever since they’d had sex.
Sure, it had been the best thing she’d ever felt in her life, but he was ruining it by acting moody and sullen. She wasn’t asking for anything from him, despite his horribly mixed messages. On the one hand, he acted like it was so casual between them. Just friends.
On the other, he acted like an enraged husband when she was
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