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June 16 - June 17, 2025
even though he wasn’t particularly handsome or incredibly charming, he was competent and self-possessed, and if no one ever told you that confidence is sexy, then allow me to be the first: confidence is sexy. Full stop.
Since I can’t talk, don’t have any kind of work history, and I have no higher education, I’m pretty limited on the kinds of jobs I can do.
Maybe I should look into crime scene clean-up. That’s not the kind of job that would require me to talk, right? Because I can’t. I don’t have vocal cords. Yes, yes. I have a tragic backstory that includes an abusive, narcissistic, surgeon stepfather who removed my voice when I was a colicky baby.
The man spins, immediately spotting and completely disregarding me. I mean, I don’t blame him. I’m not all that
memorable, but still. My hopeful, little, romantic heart gives a twinge at being so easily forgotten. Ouch, Future Husband. Ouch.
Fox glances at the change and shoots me a sexy smirk before pocketing the phone. Oh yeah, I like a man who can get on the same page as me without a fight.
He pushes me into it, but doesn’t get in with me, giving the cabbie the address before shutting me in without so much as a good luck. Oh well, when you decide to fall in love with a stoic man, you can’t expect him to be anything other than stoic.
“About thirty-six hundred years. I don’t usually pay attention to more than the passing centuries now,” he replies in his soft, deep tone. Somehow I doubt he gets loud very often.
Fae? “A quarter,” he agrees, then points to his dark eyes and shows me the fire in them. “Another quarter.” Part Fae, part demon. Human? “Quarter,” he smirks. Oh gawd. One more species. Hint? “The wings on my back aren’t tattoos.”
People say it’s the thought that counts, but if you don’t know what your person wants, you should think about letting them pick it themselves. That thought definitely counts.
“Diamonds. Cufflinks, pocket watch, tie pin, collar chain, pocket brooch, and engagement ring.” Fox gives me a level look. “The ring is for later.” Of course it is; that does not stop me from jumping into his arms and kissing the ever-loving shit out of him. I love it when the important people get on board with my plans.
Sorry, Fox, you’re on your own if you get caught in another trap. I can’t help; I have too many diamonds to protect now. Fox huffs a laugh after reading my message and wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Protect the jewels; they're almost as valuable as me.” Pretty sure the receipt in the bag has the monetary value of my jewels printed on it and it doesn’t say “priceless.” And that is all the sap you are getting from me right now.
