“Okay.”
After he hung up, Harmony moved into her bathroom and looked herself over in the mirror.
She turned the lights on and tried to ignore the shadows under her eyes.
Hmm.
She was horrifyingly mundane in her looks. Her warm blonde hair was probably the best thing about her. It was a bit of what her old trainer called ‘flyaway’ and it was hard to keep out of her face when she didn’t have it pulled back.
And her face.
She sighed.
She had freckles from her childhood that she couldn’t make go away even if she caked on makeup. It gave her a look that screamed Heidi or PIppi Longstocking, but without the snazzy personality.
What did a guy like Crois St. Cyr see in her?
He was gorgeous. Tall. Athletic.
Women stopped talking when he walked by.
People drooled over him.
Her complexion could be pasty enough that she could blend into walls just shades away from eggshell or ecru.
Looking at the countertop of her bathroom sink, she saw toothbrush and paste. She saw a razor. There was even floss.
Not a single bit of makeup visible.
Looking back at the mirror, Harmony sighed.
“Why me?”
For a moment she considered hiding from Crois when he came knocking on her door, but the moment she heard the noise her heart kicked in her chest.
She might not understand what he saw in her, but she knew what she saw in him.
Someone she wanted to spend time with.
Someone she wanted to get to know and fit in with.
And so far, he felt the same way.
Turning off the bathroom light, she moved through the apartment and stopped at the door. She could tell by the light under the door that he was standing right outside.
It took a moment for her to calm her heartbeat through a few breaths and then she opened the door for him.
He lifted one brow at her and she laughed.
She out and out laughed.
He frowned at that, his brow furrowing. “What’s going on?”
Harmony couldn’t answer him, she was still laughing.
She felt Crois take hold of her shoulders and move her back into the apartment.
When she was able to wipe the backs of her hands across her eyes, she heard the soft click of her door lock and the nervous laughter faded away.
