Page 38 of The Bad Boy's Homecoming
“Right, I knew that.”
She turned to look at him over her shoulder.“Are you sure you can handle this?”
“Ya, how hard can it be?I just pull it all up together and wrap this hair tie around it.”
“Right,” Missy said.“Or maybe I should find Mrs.Hart?”
“She was napping in the living room last I checked.”
“Okay, so put the hair tie around your wrist while you use both hands to gather my curls up as high on the crown of my head as you can manage.”
The hair tie barely fit over his four fingers so he left it around his palm, then gently began to try to gather her curls.They were soft and thick, and smelled sweet.
“Your hair smells like candy.”
“Oh good, then I won’t have to figure out how to wash it with one hand.”
“Listen, I’m available to help you with any of your needs.And since I just fired my agent and rejected the last contract I was sent, I should be available for your entire recovery.”
“I’m sorry, you must be disappointed.”
Once he had all her hair gathered up on the top of her head, he started to wrap the hair tie around it.
“Yeah, now I really am a free agent, and I’ll have to figure out how to even get other teams to consider making me an offer.”
He gave the ponytail a little tug to see if it would hold before Missy turned to face him.
“How does it feel?”
“So much better, off my neck and out of my face.”
“It’s not too tight?”
“Nope, perfect, at least if you can’t find another team you have potential as a professional ponytail assistant.”
He put his hands on her shoulders to turn her from side to side and inspect his handiwork.“That’ll do.How’s the hand?”he asked, letting his hands slide down her shoulders to her elbows, which were bent holding her hand close to her chest.
“Not terrible,” she said softly.
“Do you want to try to go for a walk—maybe get some fresh air?Or I can call Dalton and see if we can get another dose of the pain meds early?”
“I don’t think Mrs.Hart will approve of me leaving the house yet.”
“Good thing she’s snoozing,” Levi said.
He wanted to get out of the house, or out of earshot from everyone else and be alone with Missy.He didn’t want to worry about being interrupted or for Missy to feel like she couldn’t be herself.
“Okay, but you’ll have to help me with my shoes and my coat?”
“Did I ever mention I once played a ladies’ maid.”
“No but it feels like there’s going to be a good story there.”
“It was seventh grade, and we were assigned to performLittle Women, but we didn’t have enough girls in my class.I had a big crush on one of the girls in the play and volunteered to play the housemaid.”
“Wow, did it get you the girl?”
“No, she went for the guy who played the dreamy neighbor boy.”
