Dirty deal on ice: The captain’s fake girl
The next two hours followed with the stylist doing so much work on my hair, and by the time he was done, the person in front of the mirror looked totally different.
My hair had been curled into wavy bangs.
“You look like a fucking angel.”
“Thank you,” I whispered as I turned around to look at Cole, but he wasn’t there.
“He’s outside waiting,” the stylist told me.
I nodded as I walked right out, and sitting in front of his car was the familiar figure, but this time he wore a face cap to cover his whole face.
It seemed like Cole could tell that I was close because the next second he raised his head. I watched him stare at me for a minute without looking away, and suddenly he came down from his