Dallas opened his front door and stared in confusion at the woman with long blonde hair standing there. “Hi. Can I help you?”
She lowered the scarf covering her face and she smiled. “Hi, Dallas.”
He almost reeled backwards in shock. “Olivia,” he said. “What – what are you doing here?”
“I want to talk to you,” she said. “Can I come in?”
“Uh, sure.” He stepped aside. “Let me take your coat.” He managed to get it off her body without actually touching her.
“Thank you.”
They stared at each other. Dallas’ eyes took in the bandage on her face and he winced.
Your fault, man. All yours.
Olivia saw his grimace, and she felt hurt pierce her chest.
He thinks you’re so ugly, he can’t even bring himself to look at you.
She took off the blonde wig and shook out her hair. “Courtesy of Kat,” she
