Tricksy twisted her hair up into two pin curls. Looping the curls around the curling iron, she tamed her thick, dark hair into what looked like a series of waves that a surfer would love to ride. A few of the tendrils she left to hang down her long neck, hoping to draw attention there during the evening"s festivities.
The thought of Will"s gaze on her neck brought a flush to her cheeks. The thought of his lips brushing the bottom tendril of her hair spread that blush all across her neck.
A third tendril escaped the pinned up curls atop her head, likely eager to join the party at the bottom. Tricksy reached for her hairspray, only to realize she"d left it in the other bathroom back at the guest house.
She"d been trying to get into the guest house bathroom for two hours. With her two sist
