“Do you have any…” he mimed squirting something into his hands. “Product?” Paige asked. “Yeah, like mousse stuff?” She pointed at a silver can on the corner of the vanity. “Do you know how to use that?” “I build fine furniture and houses and host a TV show for a living. I think I can handle squirting shit out of a can.” Still, he paused long enough to read the directions before squeezing a dollop into his palm. He rubbed his hands together and worked them through her hair.
