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He’d thought about me?
I went back to combing his hair and said, ”I hope it wasn't during my pixie-cut stage. I didn’t have the right shape of face for it."
"I thought it looked good."
So he had seen it.
How many times did he look me up?
I wanted to ask but if I did, then I'd have to tell him how many times I'd gone to his profile. And since that was probably in the hundreds, I knew I shouldn’t even go there or he’d really think I was a stalker. So I grabbed some hair wax and began styling his hair instead.
I wasn't used to doing a guy’s hair, but I eventually found a style that would best embody Treven's character. When I'd dreamt Treven up a few months ago, he'd somehow ended up looking a lot like Drew. Maybe my subconscious had been trying to remind me of something.
We were quiet for the next few minutes as I worked on his hair. But even though we weren’t talking, I felt his eyes on me, studying me. My neck prickled with heat under his scrutiny.
What did Drew Burrows see in me? Did he still see me as the annoying ten-year-old who bugged him and Aiden as they played their video games? Or as the domineering twelve-year-old who acted like a dictator when I was putting on a backyard production? Or as the hormonal teenager who had the hots for her brother's best friend?
I hoped it was none of those, hoped he noticed that I wasn't the same as I'd been back then. Maybe I wasn't exactly how I thought I'd be at twenty-five—not nearly as successful as the woman I'd daydreamed about becoming, that was for sure. But I hoped he saw me as a peer, an equal, now that we were finally in the same stage of life.
But could I really hope to be on the same level as Drew Burrows: America's Favorite Billionaire Bachelor?
Probably not. I certainly hadn't been enough for Nolan Prosser.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and swiped the thoughts away.
"Is everything okay?" Drew asked, his voice quiet with concern.
I nodded and pushed back the heartache threatening to spill out of my eyes. "My mind decided to ramble back through bad memories." I stepped back and gestured for him to take a look in the mirror.
"Thinking about Aiden?" Drew asked, still looking at me instead of at his hair.
I shook my head. "Nolan."
His eyes became wary. "Do you miss him?"
I groaned.No. Definitely not."I was just wondering why he went through with the wedding. Why go through with it when he wasn't even interested in being my husband?" I swiveled to face the mirror. Drew did the same, so we were facing each other's reflections.
“I wish I had an answer for that.” Drew's reflection had a soft, sympathetic expression. “But all that comes to my mind is that he was a class-A jerk. And really, really stupid."
A faint smile lifted my lips. "Yes, he was really stupid."
"I'd use a stronger adjective, but I know how you feel about profanity. So we'll leave it at stupid jerk."
"You could have called him a nincompoop."
Drew put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side. I melted against him. "Yes, a really stupid nincompoop jerk with a big helping of twerp on top." He sighed and squeezed me tighter. Then he inspected his hair for the first time. "So, this is my bad-boy hairstyle then?"
"Yep, though I'm pretty sure you pull it off even better than Treven could."
"Since Treven is imaginary and all."
Yep, no part of Treven was based on Drew at all.
