Dirty Shame (Bluefield Bad Boys #1) - Plot & Excerpts
“Better?” “Yes, better.” Two hours earlier Becky had called in a near panic. After wearing blonde streaks in her dark brown bangs for several months, she’d suddenly glanced in a mirror and decided it was an un-fashion statement. Her new term for a look that would end up being laughed at by the fashion police or anyone with any sense of style. I might have saved her a few days by being more honest the second that the blonde streaks had forced a polite ‘looks great’ compliment. “Thanks so much for doing this for me,” Becky said as she rinsed the cup and brush out in the sink. “Rhonda had no more appointments left today.” “What are friends for if not to step in as emergency hair stylists and un-fashion erasers.” Becky plucked her hair dryer from beneath the bathroom cabinet. “I’ll hurry. I know you’re dying to get over to The Hole to see Kellan. The band that’s playing, Salt Dogs, is a local favorite.
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