All in all, Rose Ambani wasn’t a risk taker. “Do you know what these types of girls like, the ones who aren’t looking for trouble?” His index finger waved over my face. “They like it when you smile.” Seriously? “No, no. Not that face you’re making—the whole grr, I’m going to kill you look. And your hair.” He rumpled my hair, and I jerked out of his hold. “Relax. I’m trying to make you approachable. You look like a Disney villain between the hair and the face. Try smiling. Never mind, that’s worse. Just…stop frowning. And why does everything about you have to look so stern?”
