Page 19 of Making Over Maris

What? He looks…what?

“So handsome.” She said the word as though she could barely believe it.

Hell. He could hardly believe it. She’d said he was…handsome.

Jack turned his head so he could see his reflection in the mirror and his breath stalled in his chest. Some guy, some freaking hunk sat there—admittedly, wearing a pink smock—looking hot.

And blurry.

Jack scrambled for his glasses and put them on.

Oh. Dear. God.

He did. He looked…hot.

Kriss had tamed and styled his mane, cutting the unruly mop close to his head. His beard had vanished, except for the stylish Van Dyke ringing his mouth. With the hair gone it was easy for Jack to see the results of all his hard work over the last month. His cheekbones were sculpted and lean. His neck defined.

The zits that had prompted the need for the beard in the first place—in high school—were nonexistent.

He unsnapped the smock and brushed the strands from his shoulders. Turned his head this way and that. Holy hell. What a difference. Who’da thunk it?

He caught Sara’s gaze in the mirror. She was still staring.

Damn but he liked the feel of her eyes on him.

They drifted over his chest.

Oh yeah. He liked this a lot.

But then she frowned.

His heart plunged into his belly. Didn’t she like—?

“We’re going to have to get you some new clothes.”

Oh. Yeah. What a relief. That hadn’t been what he’d expected her to say.

And then came something else he’d never expected—not in a million freaking years.

She wove her fingers through his hair.

Ho-ly fuck.

“Have you ever thought about contacts?”

“What?” He could barely concentrate on her words. She probably didn’t even realize what she was doing but the feel of her fingers against his scalp was making him dizzy. Good thing he was sitting down. Oh. And good thing the pink drape was pooling in his lap. You know. So she couldn’t see.

“Contacts? Do you have them?”

Numbly, he nodded. Resisted the urge to lick his lips. Oh, God. Her hand trailed down the back of his head and she stroked the nape of his neck. She was ostensibly brushing away some stray hairs but did she need to linger like that? A shiver walked through him. He glanced up and caught Kriss’ assessing grin.

“New clothes and contacts will help,” the stylist said, thrusting out a hip and tapping his mouth with a comb. He probably didn’t mean it to be suggestive. Probably.

Jack stood and brushed himself off. He crumpled up the pink drape and tossed it into the next chair. “We should go.”

Sara stood there next to him, gaping up at him. Her mouth was making that O shape again but now he found it annoying. It made him…twitchy. She blinked and looked away. “Yes. What? We should go?”

“Clothes shopping?” he reminded her with a nudge.