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wasn’t bad, but their roads here are so confusing.”
This was just like old times, and Shell was grateful. At one point, she was worried that she would never have this kind of relationship with Hannah again; now she knew she would never take it for granted.
* * *
Two hours later, they all sat in front of the full-length mirrors in the hotel suite, doing their hair and makeup for the night.
“I really wish Garrett didn’t like my hair curly, it’s such a pain in the butt,” Hannah grumbled as she took her curling wand and wrapped another piece of hair around it. “It lasts forever, but it takes at least forty-five minutes for me to do all my hair.”
“He likes that wild, just-been-fucked look,” Shell quipped as she finished rolling hers. Her hair wouldn’t hold the kind of curl Hannah’s did, so she never bothered trying.
Stacey snorted. “Pretty sure my brother just likes fucking his wife.”
Meeting their eyes in the mirror, Hannah grinned. “He does, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, but I don’t know how you do that, my arms would get so tired.”
“They do.” She sighed, setting the wand down in order to shake out her arms. “Whenever I decide to do this, I always think about cutting my hair, but then I can’t bring myself to do it.” She picked the wand back up and went about doing her final section.
“No way, do not cut your hair. You have the best hair, it’s so healthy and shiny,” Stacey begged. “I love your hair.”
“I know, and I’ve worked hard to get it that way. Once I stopped putting the blonde highlights in it, that made a huge difference.”
Shell tilted her head to the side. “Has it gotten darker?”
“A little,” Hannah confirmed. “The older I get the more red highlights I get too. It’s evolving, kind of like me.” She laughed. “Finally.” She sighed as she did her last curl and unplugged the curling wand.
“Good, we have right at an hour before we can leave, so we should be running right on time.”
They did their makeup and then went about putting their clothes on.
“Do you like these?” Hannah asked as she went to put on a pair of black leather booties.
“Yes, where did you get them?” Shell asked as put on her stilettos.
“They were actually sent to me. I’m not sure by who, but they are the most comfortable things, even though they have a four-inch heel on them.” She finished snapping the clasp that would keep them in place before standing up and smoothing her dress down her thighs. “Do I look okay?”
Stacey grinned at her sister-in-law. “You look hot. You should make me a niece or nephew tonight.”
Hannah laughed before she walked over to the full-length mirror and inspected herself as she turned this way and that. She wore a red bandage dress that was lower cut than she normally dared, but it was Valentine’s Day. Over it, she’d put on a black, leather half-jacket, along with the shoes. Her makeup was dark and her curls were perfect. She did look hot.
“As do you. C’mon, ladies, let’s go get our guys.”
Chapter Ten
* * *
A s they roamed the back hallways of the Wireless Center, they could hear Black Friday already on their fifth song.
“We’ll come in at a good time, and we won’t have to wait forever,” Hannah told them as they flashed their badges to the venue’s security.
Making their way further backstage, they ran into Rick.
“I was wondering when you ladies would make it here.” He reached in, kissing Hannah on the cheek, before doing the same with Shell and Stacey.
“We had planned to be here a bit earlier, but beauty takes time,” Hannah joked.
Rick did a once-over on the three of them, and then offered them a thumbs up. “And beautiful the trio of you do look. You’re dangerous, if I do say so myself.”
Shell giggled. “Thank you.”
“Those dudes aren’t going to know what to do with themselves when they see the three of you looking this way.”
That’s what they
This was just like old times, and Shell was grateful. At one point, she was worried that she would never have this kind of relationship with Hannah again; now she knew she would never take it for granted.
* * *
Two hours later, they all sat in front of the full-length mirrors in the hotel suite, doing their hair and makeup for the night.
“I really wish Garrett didn’t like my hair curly, it’s such a pain in the butt,” Hannah grumbled as she took her curling wand and wrapped another piece of hair around it. “It lasts forever, but it takes at least forty-five minutes for me to do all my hair.”
“He likes that wild, just-been-fucked look,” Shell quipped as she finished rolling hers. Her hair wouldn’t hold the kind of curl Hannah’s did, so she never bothered trying.
Stacey snorted. “Pretty sure my brother just likes fucking his wife.”
Meeting their eyes in the mirror, Hannah grinned. “He does, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, but I don’t know how you do that, my arms would get so tired.”
“They do.” She sighed, setting the wand down in order to shake out her arms. “Whenever I decide to do this, I always think about cutting my hair, but then I can’t bring myself to do it.” She picked the wand back up and went about doing her final section.
“No way, do not cut your hair. You have the best hair, it’s so healthy and shiny,” Stacey begged. “I love your hair.”
“I know, and I’ve worked hard to get it that way. Once I stopped putting the blonde highlights in it, that made a huge difference.”
Shell tilted her head to the side. “Has it gotten darker?”
“A little,” Hannah confirmed. “The older I get the more red highlights I get too. It’s evolving, kind of like me.” She laughed. “Finally.” She sighed as she did her last curl and unplugged the curling wand.
“Good, we have right at an hour before we can leave, so we should be running right on time.”
They did their makeup and then went about putting their clothes on.
“Do you like these?” Hannah asked as she went to put on a pair of black leather booties.
“Yes, where did you get them?” Shell asked as put on her stilettos.
“They were actually sent to me. I’m not sure by who, but they are the most comfortable things, even though they have a four-inch heel on them.” She finished snapping the clasp that would keep them in place before standing up and smoothing her dress down her thighs. “Do I look okay?”
Stacey grinned at her sister-in-law. “You look hot. You should make me a niece or nephew tonight.”
Hannah laughed before she walked over to the full-length mirror and inspected herself as she turned this way and that. She wore a red bandage dress that was lower cut than she normally dared, but it was Valentine’s Day. Over it, she’d put on a black, leather half-jacket, along with the shoes. Her makeup was dark and her curls were perfect. She did look hot.
“As do you. C’mon, ladies, let’s go get our guys.”
Chapter Ten
* * *
A s they roamed the back hallways of the Wireless Center, they could hear Black Friday already on their fifth song.
“We’ll come in at a good time, and we won’t have to wait forever,” Hannah told them as they flashed their badges to the venue’s security.
Making their way further backstage, they ran into Rick.
“I was wondering when you ladies would make it here.” He reached in, kissing Hannah on the cheek, before doing the same with Shell and Stacey.
“We had planned to be here a bit earlier, but beauty takes time,” Hannah joked.
Rick did a once-over on the three of them, and then offered them a thumbs up. “And beautiful the trio of you do look. You’re dangerous, if I do say so myself.”
Shell giggled. “Thank you.”
“Those dudes aren’t going to know what to do with themselves when they see the three of you looking this way.”
That’s what they
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