Clark ran his hands through his hair for the millionth time with a mixture of amazement and shock.
His eyes flickered to the rearview mirror before he focused on the road. He hadn’t said anything except ‘thank you’ since we left
Murray’s a few minutes ago.
I couldn’t stop staring at him. Hiding underneath all that thick hair was indeed, a Scandinavian model.
Though back in the day, not even a hair cut would have done anything to sway me in Clark Fisher’s direction, it surely revealed the beauty that had been hidden behind his overpowering haircut.
To be honest, the haircut did little to change the dull color of his eyes or his pale skin or his lanky build.
What it did was open up his face so that his strong forehead no longer hid behind a thatch of thick hair.
didIt exposed the squa
