“I need to get French nails again,” I said, then flushed because it was such a stupid thing to say, vain and completely irrelevant to Maximus. He sank down on the bed beside me with a deep frown. “Aren’t there any good nail places around here?” I blinked at him, then burst out laughing. “They’re not from France. It’s just the style.” He chuckled. “Ahh. I don’t know much about makeup and that stuff.”
