She didn’t care what he meant by that comment. She slogged past him to her apartment door, still looking for her keys. Before she had the key in the lock, she remembered scheduling her girl time with Morgaine for that evening.
“Aw, crap.” All she wanted to do was fall face first on her bed and sleep until morning. But when she thought about it, a nice massage and some aromatherapy might do her a lot of good.
Once in the door, she dropped her purse on the sideboard and hung up her coat, keeping her keys in her hand. She’d ride the elevator to the third floor today, even though ordinarily she’d walk the three flights of stairs and call it exercise.
Heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. She no sooner relocked her door and spun around than Konrad came into view. First his thick, muscled thighs, then his taut black T-shirt that showed off his abs and pecs, and then his—“What the…”
Konrad’s long, blond hair was gone! His chest and shoulders were no longer covered with a curtain of gold. Instead he sported a tousled style, still longer than most men wore, along with his always present facial scruff.
Holy heck…Roz had never seen him looking so good. Ugh. She must look all the worse because of it.
“Roz!”
Oh no. He spotted me. No chance to duck back in and close the door quietly so he’d never know I was here.
“How’s the ankle?”
“Oh, uh…much better. Thanks.”
“Why do you look so nervous? Is everything all right?”
“You cut your hair. I almost didn’t recognize you.”
He grinned. “Yeah, you like?” He turned his head left and right so she could take in the whole thing. The sides were swept back, but it was hard to say where the rest was going. It certainly wasn’t parted anywhere.
“I love it. When and why did you cut it?”
“A couple hours ago. I was just in the mood for something different.”
“I hope you sent the rest off to Locks of Love. They makes wigs for children with cancer. I’d hate to think of all that gorgeous hair just going into the trash.”
“Actually I have it upstairs. I figured I’d donate it, but I didn’t know where to send it.”
“Morgaine and I were about to go to a day spa and salon. I’ll ask if the people there know. Maybe we can send yours and Morgaine’s at the same time.”
His eyes widened. “Morgaine’s cutting her hair too?”
“Maybe. She’s getting a whole makeover and asked me to go with her. I can’t wait!”
“Oh.” His face fell.
“What’s wrong? We weren’t planning to go out until tomorrow morning’s date, skydiving, right?”
“Yeah, but I thought maybe I’d see if you were free tonight.”
Her heart leapt. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see her? Suddenly it occurred to her why, and she gasped. “Were you going to tell me your secret? Is that why you cleaned up?”
He smiled. “It’s no big deal. Go have your fun, and I’ll see you tomorrow. You still want to try jumping out of a perfectly good airplane?”
Roz bit her lower lip, but smiled. “I committed, so I’ll see it through. I mean, it would be too easy to chicken out, right?”
“Right. Well then, give me a kiss, and I’ll see you in the morning.”
“I could come up tonight after I’m all relaxed and cleaned up. I figured I’d get some pampering while Morgaine is going through her transformation. Then maybe I’ll look as good as you do.”
He laughed. “You look fine, but I’d love to see you.” He framed her face with his big hands. “I’ve missed you.”
“But it’s only been a couple of days.”
