“But what?” he snipped.
“I think you need to change your look a little,” she said matter-of-factly.
He arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yes.”
He crossed his arms over his wonderfully wide chest. “And how exactly do you think you’re going to change me?”
“For starters, we should cut your hair. And, I think you need to start growing a beard and mustache. But keep it trimmed.”
He snickered. “You do, huh?”
“Yes, I do.” She moved to a chair that was closer to him and sat. “Zack, I’ve had my eyes on you for a few months, and every time you switched locations, I was still able to find you. The reason I could spot you from yards away was because you didn’t change the way you looked. You are the same now as you had been when I first met you two months ago.”
He blew out a ragged breath between his lips and nodded. “I get what you’re saying.”
He moved his focus over her very slowly to the point that it became uncomfortable for her. She could tell what was on his mind, already, and she definitely didn’t like it.
Within seconds, he grinned. “I’ll change as long as you change.”
She barked a laugh. “And why wouldIdo that?”
“Didn’t you just tell me you were in danger, too?”
The humor left her quickly. “Yes.”
“Okay, then we need to make you into someone that’s totally different than what you are right now. Don’t you think that’s a good idea? I mean, both of us are in danger, right?”
She gave a nonchalant shrug. “I suppose I’ll have to disguise myself in some way.”
Slowly, he nodded. “Dare I have this thought?” He grinned, teasingly. “What if I let you find me a disguise and I’ll change you into someone that nobody will recognize?”
She gave him a leery look, not trusting him at all. But it didn’t take a Rocket Scientist to know that he didn’t trust her, either. It would be fun to change him, though. And she secretly wanted to know how he wanted to change her look, too.
* * * *
ZACK STUDIED HER CLOSELY, his grin widening by the second. He wasn’t too sure he wanted her to cut his hair, but he couldn’t wait to change her. He’d have a blast making her look like arealwoman. For starters, her hair would never be in a ponytail again. Instead, it would hang long and flowing like satin over her shoulders. He’d have her wear a little more makeup, but not so much that she looked like a street-walker. And her clothes... Oh yeah, he’d definitely find something for her to wear that would complement her figure. His mother had always dressed in fashionable clothes. He was sure she had some clothes still hanging in her closet.
Folding her arms, Whitney relaxed in the chair, keeping her gaze locked with his. “I’m almost afraid to ask what plans you have in your head right now.”
He chuckled and stood, reaching a hand toward her. “Come on. Let’s get started on our new disguises.”
“Now?” Her eyes widened.
“There’s no better time than the present, right?”
Whitney nodded, slipped her hand into his, and he pulled her out of the chair. Suddenly, she yanked her hand away from his, almost as if she hadn’t realized that he’dtouchedher. He held back a laugh.
“Do you know how to cut hair,” he asked, leading the way up the stairs. “Because I’m not going to let just anyone cut my hair.”
“If you must know, before I realized I wanted to become an FBI agent, I went to cosmetology school.”
He glanced at her plain looks. “No... really?”
“I’m not lying, Zack.”
“Well, I’ll give you a try, but if I don’t think you know what you’re doing—”
