Interesting, because Courtney’d never cared about his hair before. Last he checked, the cut was even. A little short, but good for the tour. Less maintenance.
“What are you thinking?”
“Uh.” He pointed to his scalp. “You’re talking about the hair?”
“Yes!”
“I got a haircut.”
“I see that. Have you lost your mind?”
“You don’t like it?”
“Of course I like it! I never liked your long hair as much as I prefer it short.” That admission seemed to pull her up short. She stopped. Deflated a little. “It messes with the marketing for the tour.” She closed her eyes. Opened them again. “You guys already did photos. Ads were designed—sent out to the world. Ads with your hair as it was yesterday.”
Oh.
Shit.
He probably should’ve thought about that before he found a lady wielding scissors and shears.
“I fucked up,” he said. “Shit.”
“It’s okay.” She nodded, as though nodding would make that statement true.
“You want me to wear a wig?” He shouldn’t offer things he didn’t really mean.
“You wouldn’t actually wear a wig.”
“You’re right. I wouldn’t.” But he’d say he would, and then she could say, “No, don’t worry,” and then everyone would be happy.
“I’m becoming wise to your mind powers, Bax.”
“That is a real bummer.” He gestured to the door. “You wanna come inside my pirate ship?”
“You don’t have to keep using those words,” she said as she did, in fact, come inside.
“But it’s so fun to say.” He moved so she could sit on one of the little kid chairs that came with the boat. “About the hair—”
“I’ll figure something out. Graphic artists always have ideas, and I have a guy.”
“You have a guy?” Nope. Didn’t like that she had a guy.
“A graphics guy. He’s good. He can probably give photo-Bax a haircut.”
“This guy makes your life easier?”
“Uh-huh.” She’d lost her mad. Made sense because turned out being pissy in a pirate ship was difficult.
“Matey, wha’ brings ye t’ me pirate ship today?” The other awesome thing about having guests visit his ship? He got to practice his pirate speak.
Courtney smiled. Soft. Gorgeous. “You’ve been waiting to say that.”
“I ’ave.”
That got him a full grin. “You’ll have to teach me how to do that.”
“At yer service, lass.”
