Not bad. He’d tamed the mane. Ironed stick-straight and polished, it made him look even more girly than when it was wild, but then, he wasn’t exactly trying for macho. “My, my, don’t you look lovely.” Shaz looked up at Ru, who had walked up behind him at the styling station. “Thank you, dear.” “Getting beautiful for Giles?” Shaz stared at his own face. Did he look guilty? “Um, yes, we’re going out later.” Ru cocked his head, then pulled out the omnipresent tablet he used to schedule every stylist in the office, including Shaz. He looked up from it. “You devil, you’re prettifying for that big hunk of handsome, aren’t you?” Shaz put a finger to his cheek and stuck out his hip. “Whoever could you mean?” “Isn’t he a bit blue-collar for your taste?” Shaz sighed. “Of course. That’s why I’m primping for Giles.” Ru leaned against the chair at the next station.
