Bessie
“Blast and damn! Everything! And everyone!”
Devon started cursing the instant he surfaced. He was waist deep and slamming his hands into the surface, spraying even more water about him. Bessie laughed until her eyes watered and her sides hurt.
“Damn! Damn! And double damn!” He shook off chilly water. “And cease that laughter. It’s not that blasted amusing!”
He was wrong. It was more hilarious than she’d thought possible. It didn’t last. Bessie’s amusement started fading as he waded through the water toward her. By the time he reached the other side and stepped out, she’d even stopped smiling.
“I didn’t even bring a change of clothing.”
“Here.” Bessie offered him her shawl.
He glared at her. Any urge toward joviality vanished. With his hair plastered to his head, his eyelashes dripping water, and his tunic, jerkin, and breeches clinging to every part of him, he wasn’t the least bit amusing.
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