Page 88 of Good Girls Don't Kiss and Tell (Rock Canyon, Idaho 7)

Gracie came out of the bathroom in Hello Kitty pajamas, and Eric grinned. “Has anyone every called you adorable?”

She quirked her left eyebrow at him. “Yes, but it’s not always meant as a compliment.”

He kissed her slowly until she was leaning into his body. “Mine is. And I won’t be long.”

He grabbed his shaving kit and a clean pair of sweats before heading into the bathroom. After his shower, he stared at his face, his beard, and his short hair that was just now several inches on the top and cleaned up on the sides.

He pulled out his trimming scissors, razor, and shaving cream and started to cut away at the hair on his face. When it was short enough, he covered his face with shaving cream and then slowly dragged his razor down his cheeks and neck.

Once his face was toweled dry, he looked back at the man in the mirror. It had been a long time since he’d seen his face clean-shaven. His cheekbones were high, and his chin square. It was strange, and he wasn’t even sure if he liked it.

Gracie might, though.

He pulled on the sweats and stepped out of the bathroom. Gracie was in bed, watching something on her iPad. Something that she obviously didn’t want him to see, since she slapped it shut.

When she turned toward him, she froze.

“Whoa,” she whispered.

Eric ran his hand over his face self-consciously. “I thought these city folks might be scared of the big, hairy mountain man.”

“I forgot what you looked like under all that hair,” she said. “The party is black tie, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, why?”

Her green eyes raked over him from head to toe. “I just realized that as sexy as you are with a beard, tomorrow you’re going to look like fucking James Bond.”

Eric laughed, not really taking her seriously. “Yeah, whatever.”

“No, I’m serious. You are going to have women crawling all over you.”

He couldn’t deny that her flattery was appreciated, but unnecessary. He flopped down on the bed next to her and reached for her tablet. “I only want one woman, so it’s not going to be an issue.”

She moved the device out of his reach. “Aw, who? Megan Fox?”

“Yes, I am saving myself for Megan Fox.” He bounced up and snatched her iPad. “Now, what in the hell are you hiding? Porn?”

“Uh-huh. Boring stuff. You’ll hate it.”

“Nah, all porn is awesome.” Eric tapped on the YouTube video and froze. “What in the hell is…”

Gracie snatched the iPad. “What?”

“Are you watching people pop zits?”

“Okay, yes, I follow Dr. Pimple Popper on—”

“Dr. Fucking What?!”

“Dr. Pimple Popper. She is a dermatologist that posts her videos up on her YouTube channel, which I follow. She posted a new one, and I figured while I waited for you, I’d watch.”

Eric blinked at her. “You’re gross.”

Gracie laughed. “Shut up, a lot of people like this stuff.”

“Seriously disturbed people!”

“Just try it! You might like it!”