One Good Reason. Sarah Mayberry

to know about?” Tyler asked from the doorway.

      She took a moment to compose herself before facing him. Tyler must never know how she felt. Ever.

      “All good here, chief,” she said, a bright smile on her face.

      “Bloody hell. What have you done to your hair?”

      She blinked. “Excuse me?”

      “It looks like a helmet. Or that snap-on plastic hair they have for Lego figurines,” Tyler said, moving closer to get a better look.

      For a moment she didn’t know what he was talking about, then she remembered she’d pulled out all the stops for Jon this morning, including gluing her hair down with gel and creating a ruthlessly straight side part.

      “Is that hair gel?” Tyler asked.

      “I’m trying something different.”

      “Like what? Sculptural hair? I could carve this stuff.” He tapped her hair experimentally.

      Gabby pushed her chair back out of his reach. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess you have no idea how rude you’re being right now.”