“I’m going to let her wash it, style it, and talk my ear off. Then I’ll go next door to the cosmetics store and sit still while an employee makes me look like a 90s country music star.” His laugh was low and full of amusement. “You know, I always had a thing for Faith Hill.” He reached over and zipped up the second lunchbox, never taking his eyes off me. “But just for the record—” he paused with his mouth beside my ear. “I like your freckles.”
