Women were amazing creatures to watch.
They could glam it up and look like Hollywood starlets. They could get down and dirty and be like one of the guys on a construction site. They could discover the cure for many diseases and fight for recognition. They are responsible for nurturing and developing the greatest minds to come in their children.
Women were, by all intents and purposes, chameleons. A man was truly nothing without a woman by his side.
So, it tickled Dean pink, purple, and even fuchsia, as he watched Sydney put on another layer on her body as they prepared to go to Fisherman’s Wharf. It was a chilly day in San Francisco, so having a sweater on made sense. It didn’t make sense, however, to mimic the little boy from A Christmas Story.
Dean wondered if Sydney would be able to put her arms down. “Do you think you’re overdoing it?”
Sydney glanced at herself in the full-length mirror in her living room. She had on jeans, her knee-high boots, and a sweater. She also had on five scarves, a pair of gloves, and a coat in addition to the shadow-black sunglasses on her face. “It gets cold there.”
“Cold, yes. But you’re wearing more clothes than Luke Skywalker when he went to Hoth and that’s saying something,” Dean argued.
“I don’t want anyone to recognize me,” Sydney stated, though she could admit she was starting to feel hot underneath all of the layers of clothing. “People recognize you and that’s fine. I don’t want anyone to recognize me.”
“Syd, only two people recognized me within the three days I’ve been here,” he pointed out, “and we’ve been to how many places?”
“I don’t want to cause any more drama that my appearance might give to you,” she admitted.
“Drama?” His eyebrows raised in amusement. Whatever drama Sydney was imagining, Dean was curious about it. “What drama does the lady speak of?” He mocked in an English accent.
Faceoff is the final book in the Breakaway series. Cover reveal coming soon! 🙂