"Yes, you absolutely should," Wendy agreed, and she had her hair pinned up in a haphazard bun out of the way while she soaked in the mass of scented bubbles, but she pulled the elastic tie free and shook all those chestnut waves out and down. "I bet you'd do a grand job at it."
Just like he did at painting her toes! If the attorney thing, or a life of piracy didn't work out for James, he'd probably make a fantastic esthetician or some such. All that care he took of himself, goodness. "I talked to that doctor like I said I would? The man you spoke with on the network," she clarified. She had promised she would, of course. Wendy was a bit protective of her dear ones. Call it instinct.