Page 60 of A Home for Harmony
“Well, like makeup. If I have to show myself putting it on like I did for the reason I was in New York City, I’m not doing that outside. But if I’ve got yoga pants on, I always want to film that outside if the weather is nice.”
“Got it,” he said. “Scarlet wants this. She was asking for it yesterday.”
He noticed the thick headband on the table with a few others and the tags on some.
“Take one,” she said.
“They are pretty pricey,” he said. “That’s nuts.”
Harmony laughed and patted his hand. “I got them free. I had to pick them up the other day and do a video on them, which I did. I posted it before I left, then I wore this one on New Year’s Eve. I sent you the picture.”
She did send him a picture of her in a blue jacket and a bright red band on her head. She had two friends next to her when she’d taken the picture. It was funny that Scarlet was asking for it the next day and he wondered something.
“Can you tell me if my daughter follows you?”
“I could,” she said. “If I search her. You don’t know who she follows?”
“No,” he said. “I can’t keep up, but I check her computer. She hates it, but hands it over. It’s a rule. I trust her and all, but I was a teen once too.”
Harmony pulled her phone out. “I’ll check now. Scarlet Barnes, right?”
“Yes. Whose last name did you think she had?”
“I mean her first, silly,” she said, bumping into him again. “Maybe Scarlet is her middle name or something. And here she is. That’s kind of sweet. What do you know? Your daughter is following your girlfriend.” She was laughing.
“Yeah, what do you know?”
She ran her hand over his arm. “Don’t overthink it. At least I know she might like me if the time ever came where I met her. And be the hero and take one of those headbands. I honestly can’t wear them all.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Positive. Sometimes I give products away too for others to cross promote for my sponsors with their permission.”
He moved over and looked at the three on the table. Scarlet had actually mentioned one that was purple, so he grabbed that one.
“Thanks.”
“Now that you’re done being your daughter’s hero, you can be mine.”
“How is that?”
“Really, Micah?” she asked. “Do I have to tell you how to do it all?”
She pulled him to her room. Yeah, this was more her style.
It was a soft mint green, her bedspread a mixture of blue and green pastels. There were watercolor artwork pictures on the walls of the water and animals.
Everything in here was light, feminine, and soft. Almost gentle.
Just like he thought of her.
Until she pushed him to sit on her bed. He landed on his ass because he wasn’t expecting the move.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to give you a little blowy,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
“What?”
