Caris was sitting cross-legged on the bed in the room she had started with the night before, with the hairbrush she had found trying not to swear as the brush kept getting tangled. She had her hair undone from the ponytail and it had erupted into a massively thick explosion of chaos.
Malachi’s laugh made her push the hair away from her face as she peered at him. “It’s not funny.”
“Come on, breakfast is ready. I bought some spray in conditioner. I forgot to give it to you last night.” At her surprised glance he shrugged and ruffled his hair, “curly hair problems aren’t just for girls. My dad if you remember was half-black. His genes gave me these and they catch a lot of attention.”
She pushed off the bed aware she’d rather eat than deal with the rat’s nest on her head.
“Thanks for mak
