of my head, feeling the sun burning a path to the bare skin of my neck. “You know, I don’t have to worry about the cancer killing me Harper, you are going to bore me to death with all this damn ocean gazing.” Harper grinned taking a few steps backwards so I could climb on-board once again. Back in the car I removed the hat taking care not to dislodge my head wrap. Harper was absorbing and noting every move I made in typical Harper fashion. He could be so damn observant when he wanted to and other times he could be completely ignorant.
“It really worries you, doesn’t it.” He nodded towards my head.
“No, Harper, it’s every girls’ dream to lose all her hair.”
“What about a wig?” he offered.
“I tried one. It was uncomfortable and made my skin itch.” I flicked down the sun visor and scrutinized my face in the small mirror there. The darkness that had settled under my eyes wasn’t so heavy today, but the girl who stared back still wasn’t the Bree I knew. “I just wish my eyebrows hadn’t of disappeared. I look like an alien.” I sighed. I could see the disapproving shake of Harper’s head.
“You look like same ol’ beautiful Breeze to me, but if it really worries you I might know someone who can help out, with the eyebrows not the hair on your head.” That did stir my interest. Harper grabbed his phone, set it to speaker and scrolled through his contacts before selecting one. The phone rang a few times before a perky female’s voice answered.
“Oceans Tattoo Studio, Chantelle speaking.” The voice rubbed on my nerves, it was too perky and I imagined it belonging to a drop dead gorgeous busty blonde. That was Harper’s female of choice. He was a breast man, the bigger the better. Stylish blonde locks and big lips with plenty of makeup were merely a perk.
“Hey, Chantelle, it’s Harper here.”
“Harper, wow, how are you doing?” Chantelle sounded way too happy to hear from Harper and it made my body tremble with jealousy. I had carefully avoided Harper’s girlfriends over the years. Apart from Naomi, he had never brought girls home and he never had long-term girlfriends. Naomi was the closest he had come to a relationship. Just thinking about her made my stomach flip with distaste.
“Not bad, is Lacey there today?” Harper said unaffected by the too sweet, too eager voice.
“Oh, um yeah, she’s here.” Chantelle seemed disappointed and I mentally fist pumped the air.
“She got any free time if I bring a friend in?”
“Sure, she has a gap at eleven.”
“Awesome, I’ll see her then. Thanks, Chantelle.”
I eyed Harper suspiciously. “You are going to fix my hair problems with a tattoo?”
Harper shrugged and kept driving in silence. I didn’t probe, I knew Harper could be stubbornly cryptic if he wanted to. I grabbed my own phone and flicked on the camera, pointing it at Harper.
“Smile and wave hello.” He did.
“For George?” he asked.
“No, Mia. I thought I’d document our road trip with photos and stuff and send them to her. She’s stuck in that damn hospital all bored, she can live vicariously through me this time. Maybe when she is feeling up to it we can do a girl’s only road trip.” I typed a short message to Mia.
BREE: Harper has kidnapped me. We R road trippin’ to goodness knows where. What u doin’?
A return message chimed moments later.
MIA: What a sexy kidnapper, lucky u. I’m gonna go hang in the chemo chair. Yay me! Got my Pink tho, so all good.
I cringed, the chemo chair was boring as hell.
BREE: Well, give the chair a hug from me and tell him I don’t miss him one little bit. Take care Miss Mia. X
MIA: You too, say hi to Harper
“So, when do you leave for Hawaii?” I murmured, realizing Harper still hadn’t answered my earlier question. Harper just shrugged which irritated me. “I know the event kicks off on December eighth, so I’m assuming you fly out around the fifth? Sixth?” I urged. When he still
“It really worries you, doesn’t it.” He nodded towards my head.
“No, Harper, it’s every girls’ dream to lose all her hair.”
“What about a wig?” he offered.
“I tried one. It was uncomfortable and made my skin itch.” I flicked down the sun visor and scrutinized my face in the small mirror there. The darkness that had settled under my eyes wasn’t so heavy today, but the girl who stared back still wasn’t the Bree I knew. “I just wish my eyebrows hadn’t of disappeared. I look like an alien.” I sighed. I could see the disapproving shake of Harper’s head.
“You look like same ol’ beautiful Breeze to me, but if it really worries you I might know someone who can help out, with the eyebrows not the hair on your head.” That did stir my interest. Harper grabbed his phone, set it to speaker and scrolled through his contacts before selecting one. The phone rang a few times before a perky female’s voice answered.
“Oceans Tattoo Studio, Chantelle speaking.” The voice rubbed on my nerves, it was too perky and I imagined it belonging to a drop dead gorgeous busty blonde. That was Harper’s female of choice. He was a breast man, the bigger the better. Stylish blonde locks and big lips with plenty of makeup were merely a perk.
“Hey, Chantelle, it’s Harper here.”
“Harper, wow, how are you doing?” Chantelle sounded way too happy to hear from Harper and it made my body tremble with jealousy. I had carefully avoided Harper’s girlfriends over the years. Apart from Naomi, he had never brought girls home and he never had long-term girlfriends. Naomi was the closest he had come to a relationship. Just thinking about her made my stomach flip with distaste.
“Not bad, is Lacey there today?” Harper said unaffected by the too sweet, too eager voice.
“Oh, um yeah, she’s here.” Chantelle seemed disappointed and I mentally fist pumped the air.
“She got any free time if I bring a friend in?”
“Sure, she has a gap at eleven.”
“Awesome, I’ll see her then. Thanks, Chantelle.”
I eyed Harper suspiciously. “You are going to fix my hair problems with a tattoo?”
Harper shrugged and kept driving in silence. I didn’t probe, I knew Harper could be stubbornly cryptic if he wanted to. I grabbed my own phone and flicked on the camera, pointing it at Harper.
“Smile and wave hello.” He did.
“For George?” he asked.
“No, Mia. I thought I’d document our road trip with photos and stuff and send them to her. She’s stuck in that damn hospital all bored, she can live vicariously through me this time. Maybe when she is feeling up to it we can do a girl’s only road trip.” I typed a short message to Mia.
BREE: Harper has kidnapped me. We R road trippin’ to goodness knows where. What u doin’?
A return message chimed moments later.
MIA: What a sexy kidnapper, lucky u. I’m gonna go hang in the chemo chair. Yay me! Got my Pink tho, so all good.
I cringed, the chemo chair was boring as hell.
BREE: Well, give the chair a hug from me and tell him I don’t miss him one little bit. Take care Miss Mia. X
MIA: You too, say hi to Harper
“So, when do you leave for Hawaii?” I murmured, realizing Harper still hadn’t answered my earlier question. Harper just shrugged which irritated me. “I know the event kicks off on December eighth, so I’m assuming you fly out around the fifth? Sixth?” I urged. When he still
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