“Thank you, Alyssa! Finally, someone on my side. Besides, babe,” Kellan turned to Erika with a big grin. “A ton of people are shaving their heads now.”
“Well, he’s not wrong there,” Logan agreed. “It’s kind of what people do in Hollywood. Shaved heads is the new trend.”
“Then you shave yours,” Erika challenged, taking the clippers from my grasp, then holding them out to Logan.
His eyes widened with horror, and he held a finger up to her. “You watch your language.”
“But Logan’s right. A ton of celebrities have shaved their heads for roles,” Kellan tried explaining to his panicked fiancée.
“Name some.”
“Bryan Cranston!” I said. “For Breaking Bad.”
“Joseph Gordon-Levitt did in 50/50!” Logan tossed in.
“I’m sorry, can we not name actors who were playing terminally-ill patients when they shaved their heads?” Erika requested. Fair enough.
“The Rock!”
“Hugh Jackman!”
“Matt Damon!”
“Jake Gyllenhaal—twice,” Logan exclaimed.
“Really?” Kellan asked. “Twice?”
“Jarhead and End of Watch.”
“Bad ass,” Kellan nodded, holding out his fist, which Logan fist bumped.
“Total bad ass.”
What losers.
“You guys.” I stood up straight and turned on the clippers. “It is time.”
Erika held her breath and covered her eyes. “Okay. Do it!”
“Do it!” Kellan exclaimed.
“Do it! Do it!” Logan chanted.
So I did it.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Logan
“What are you doing here?” Alyssa asked, opening her front door, finding me standing there with a brand new door and a tool kit.
“I couldn’t help but notice the few times that I’ve come to your house that there was some work that needed to be done.”
“What are you talking about?” She smiled. “This house is the definition of perfection.”
I cocked an eyebrow, walked over to her porch railing, and pulled it straight up, seeing how nothing was securing it to the steps of the porch. She giggled. “Okay, so it’s not perfect. It’s also not your job to fix.” She bit her bottom lip. “Are you wearing a tool belt?”
“I’m definitely wearing a tool belt, which makes it my job to fix. So, if you could please step aside and let me put a door on your bathroom, that’d be great.” I spent the next six hours fixing things around her place, and she helped me hammer a few things into place. The last thing I did was climb on top of her roof, and try to patch up a few spots.