Ranger was jogging in place when I got to the parking lot. I saw his eyes flick to my hair. “Don’t say it,” I warned him. “Don’t say a single word.” Ranger held his hands up in a backing-off gesture. “None of my business.” The corners of his mouth twitched. I stuffed my hands on my hips. “You’re laughing at me!” “You look like Ronald McDonald.” “It’s not that bad!” “You want me to take care of your hair-dresser?” “No! It wasn’t his fault.”
