EMILY REACHED UP AND grabbed the elastic band wrapped around her bun, tugging and pulling at it until she undid both the bun and the ponytail, the pain across her skull easing as she shook out her hair.
“Ah, that feels better.”
“You look beautiful with your hair down.”
Emily rolled her eyes and slid a sidelong glance at the man walking beside her. She wasn’t touching that one. She knew she wasn’t beautiful, but she didn’t want to get into an argument with him about it, so she focused on what she actually wanted to know.
“We have about five minutes until we reach my car, so it’s my turn to talk.” She bit her lip. There was nothing to lose now. She’d practically spelled it out to him how much she liked him. “No, I’ll beg. Please do a speech for us on Saturday night? Ten minutes, that’s a
