..into her pants, slipped on her shoes. "Just let me fix my hair and face, and I'll be there as soon as possible to help you."
"What's up with your hair?" "It's wet, for a certain something."
"It's clammy out, so it won't make any difference." Impatient now, he rose to grasp her hand. "Assuming I let you go into that restroom, you won't emerge for 60 minutes."
"Trevor." Exasperated, pulled to attempt to free her hand as he pulled her down the means. "I'm just half finished here."
"You look lovely." Moving rapidly, he got her coat. "You generally do." Then disregarding her fights, he packaged her into it. "What's your rush?" But she chose to be altered with the commendation and allow him to have his direction. That, she got a kick out of the chance to think, was a fine compromise in a r
