CHAPTER 35
Sakiko drew a brush through her hair, cursing under her breath. Argo had great showers, but too much sun, salt air, and shampoo had left her hair frizzy and easily tangled. Maybe she should tie it back in a ponytail—it would be incredibly hot in La Paz and it wasn’t as if she’d see anyone she knew, apart from her team.
And Michael. If he came along. For the past couple of days, he’d been a hermit, keeping to his cabin or standing in one spot at the deck rail getting drunk. He’d probably stay aboard the ship. Probably.
She left her hair down. Damned if she was going to put on makeup, though. Just a little eyeliner. She brushed her fingers over her too-thick eyebrows. Why couldn’t she have delicate eyebrows like her Japanese friends? All the plucking and shaving had never seeme
