Laurel set down her hairbrush and eyed her reflection critically. She’d gotten enough sun and wind that she definitely didn’t need to retouch her blush, so she’d settled for darkening her eyeshadow, adding liner, and applying actual lipstick instead of the gloss she usually wore. If time had permitted, she would’ve washed her hair all over again, since the salt spray made it feel sort of sticky, but that would have taken far too long. About all she could do was brush it vigorously and hope the waves she’d set in it that morning would hold through the evening.
And although she thought she looked decent, she had to wonder if “decent” was good enough for the restaurant where Jason was taking her. He hadn’t given her a lot of details, but it sounded pretty ritzy.
Then again, they’d already s
