Did you know she thinks I should cut my hair short? And dye it brown!” His cousin practically choked on the last word. “She has to be stopped.” A nerve in his jaw ticked. He bit his inner cheek. His lip twitched. It didn’t help. He laughed. Nexxie stomped her combat-boot-clad foot. “This isn’t funny! That hairdresser wants to make me look respectable and pretty. It’s just wrong!”
God I hate this.
