Rose reached up and fondled the ends of his hair. "You still need a haircut," she lectured, although she was sure that if he ever got one, she'd kill him. "And I'm not vain, I'm truthful." Although he hadn't told her how lovely she looked. Maybe she didn't look lovely at all. Maybe she looked horribly ugly and the only reason Frenchie had dared look at them at all was because she couldn't believe that someone as dashing as Basil would ever be caught dead withs someone like Rose and--
Dashing? Merlin, Rose was losing it.
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