" Ian’s hygiene products didn’t include hair conditioner, so I was left with a tangled mess to comb out afterward. I found a flimsy-looking black comb in his shaving kit and did the best I could with it. The poor thing bent and lost a few teeth as I ran it through my snarls. By the time I was finished, the comb was ruined. I said a few words of respect and then buried it in the trash can.
After getting dressed again, I opened the bathroom door and found Ian lying on the air mattress with his arm over his eyes.
“Nice shower?” he asked in a weary voice.
“Yes. I’ll have to buy you a new comb, though. I killed the one from your shaving bag.”
He moved his arm to look at me. “You’d better. "

― , Atlantis Rising (Atlantis Rising, #1)