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by
India Holton
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June 17 - June 25, 2025
The spectacles alone made him want to kiss her until they fell off invite her to dinner at a nice seafood restaurant.
haughtiness,
She was the perfect height for him to cuddle her close and kiss the top of her head—and the moment Devon thought this, he suddenly longed to make it happen.
codswallop!”
reprove
scruples.
blighter!”
“Harridan!”
resplendent
she turned to Devon with a quizzical frown. He just met her gaze silently, his mouth curving up at one edge. Ask me and I’ll tell you. Say my name and I’ll give you all you want.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” Beth said politely, and followed. Devon flinched at the sudden loss. He reached out unthinkingly to stop her, or even just to touch her one more time— But she was gone.
pedantry
Rakishly
adversary
plica semilunaris in prognosticating thaumaturgic passeriformes.
equanimity.
umbrage
indignation
“we may be birds of a feather
reprehensible,
Other parts of his body expressed longings so Shakespearean he almost laughed at the irony. “You are a martinet,” he told her amiably. “And you are scandalous,” she countered. “Ahem,” contributed a fisherman.
cynicism
When she laughed with the fishermen, everything inside him sighed with a longing he could not repress. But… But… Er, there had been a but within that train of thought, he was sure of it. He just couldn’t seem to remember where.
coiffure.
lucent
“Wake up, angel,” he whispered. Then louder: “Wake up, we’re almost here.”
he’d thought she looked like an angel visiting earth and finding it horribly boring but, being angelic, not wanting to complain. Pretty face, lovely eyes, eminently kissable. But now his attraction was becoming complicated by a far more treacherous emotion. He liked her. She was Sunday morning, a bird in the hand, fresh chalk for a clean blackboard.
bemusedly
balefully.
vexation.”
luteofulvous
precipitously,
sardonic
Villain, she reminded herself. Rival. Pretty, her heart replied with a sigh.
unscrupulous
dastardly
octogenarian
after just two days in his company she’d begun using loose language, arguing, even veering dangerously close to banter. Much more of this and she might become sassy.
“No, no. It’s only a muscle spasm.” “Oh. In that case, you should massage it.” He laughed.
“Nous allons te tuer!” shouted the fishermen. “They’re inviting us to tea,” Beth translated.
“Aider!” Beth called to the fishermen. “Aider!” “Don’t you mean adieu?” Devon asked tartly.
“There’s a lot of potential in this rivals-to-lovers concept.”
madcap.”
morosely
louse.”
askance,
adroitly
“Damn,” Devon and Mrs. Podder said in unison. “It’s not so bad,” Beth argued. “At least we have a nice day for walking.” Boom. They all jolted as thunder shook the air.
sluice
“Not even one room left? Not even only one bed?”
