Page 74 of The Mistletoe Bluff

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His response was quick.

Blasted Brit

Well, maybe we should change that.

Me

[GIF of a skeptical face]

Blasted Brit

You dare to question my skills to make you happy?

My fingers froze, hovering over the screen as I thought back on all the moments we had been together—when I had felt a new sort of happiness I’d never experienced before. As much as I hated to admit it, no, Oliver had no problem making me happy.

And therein lay the problem.

Me

*Sigh* how do you plan to make me happy, Oliver?

Blasted Brit

Mwhahahaha

Me

Did you just evil laugh?

Blasted Brit

And if I did?

Me

I am really starting to question your sanity.

Blasted Brit

I promise you, Maya, I am perfectly sane :)

I shall pick you up after lunch :)

Me

Shall? This isn’t England, you know.

Blasted Brit

Oh, I know. England doesn’t have you. And it’s a shame.

I swallowed hard, trying to squash the colony of butterflies returning to my stomach, thankful that he wasn’t here to see my cheeks flaming.

Me

What are you planning, you blasted Brit?

Blasted Brit

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