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imitation of the British impersonation I’ve yet to withstand.”
    Beautiful or butt-ugly, he no longer cared. “Then don’t talk to me.” With a quick bow, he flipped her off, spun on his heels and got back in line.
    “Tell me you didn’t just do that!”
    Ethan spun around and with a roguish grin saluted her a second time. “This what you meant?” He headed back toward the customs gate.
    That someone would treat her in such a manner—her blood roiled. If he wasn’t so rude or a giant moron… Oh, Savanah stop. You’re desperate. Some bald clown with a giant, brilliant-red bulbous nose would probably look good right now. Or not. Unwilling to give an inch, and having to get the last word, engraved into her very being, Savanah pressed through the lines of tightly woven people where she found no one willing to let another air bubble squeak by, let alone a body.
    “Excuse me,” came out countless times as she wormed her way to the front of the queue. “Please, that’s my husband up there.” She lied. Once behind him, she slapped his shoulder hard.
    Startled, Ethan jumped. “Persistently pesky, aren’t we? What now?” he asked. Seeing his reflection in a pair of black shades, he immediately began touching up his hair.
    What made Savanah even crazier was when he pulled his lips back and started picking at his teeth as if she were a mirror put on this earth just for him. “Narcissus, some people never change,” rolled from the tip of her tongue. “You’re rude, arrogant, pushy, and it’s more than obvious you don’t care about anyone else.”
    “Then why the hell did you marry him?” Someone asked.
    Ethan choked on laughter. “What?” he asked again.
    This time Savanah noted a distinct edge of amusement with his sugar-coated tone.
    She put a silencing finger up to the man’s face behind her and mouthed, “Shush!” Turning back to Ethan, she demanded, “I want an apology. You pummeled my toes and had no right flipping me off.”
    “I can see why he did it,” Mr. Nosey, from behind, added his two cents.
    In a heated tone, Ethan yelled, “Don’t you talk to my wife like that,” right before he grabbed her and pulled her close enough to whisper, “Who are you, woman? Go get back in line and get on the next flight back to jolly old England and see if it doesn’t rub off on you this next trip. Want me to rub off on you? Put you in a better mood?”
    Savanah went to put her finger in Ethan’s face, only this time he caught her hand and held on. She fought back the only way she knew how; she sent him some burning, spine-tingling zingers that ripped down the length of his arm and back to his heart.
    “Holy shit, Pippy, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
    Savanah cracked up laughing. “Pippy?”
    “Longstocking? Look at you, woman. Take those glasses off. Great team you’ve got there.” Ethan pointed to her T-shirt.
    Savanah smirked. “You’re a Yankee’s fan?” Maybe there was hope for him after all.
    “I wasn’t referring to the shirt, Pip. Little deeper than that.” Ethan eyeballed her breasts with a hungry expression. “Boston, baby, all the way to the World Series—again.”
    “Want to wager my team can knock your balls out of the park?” Savanah glanced to his loins. She laughed as Ethan cocked his head to the side following her gaze.
    “ Touché , Pip.” Ethan licked his index finger and gestured one point for her.
    “Hey, newlyweds, the lines moving. I’d like to get out of this place today?” The voice from reason yelled.
    Both Savanah and Ethan turned, and at the same time yelled, “Shut up.” Then they looked at each other a bit stunned.
    “I’ve got to go. You owe me an—”
    “I’m sorry,” Ethan offered. “Want me to kiss them better?”
    “You should be. You needn’t bother kiss my toes, but my a—?” Savanah turned away from Ethan and tapped her hand to her bottom, wearing a smile fit for the queen she should’ve been. With a delicate sway to