QUOTE : I like your jumper,” she said into it.<br /><br />“You like my what?” Jared asked. Kami tugged at his sleeve in response and he laughed. “In the civilized land of the Americas, we call that a sweater. A jumper is a dress. You might as well have just said, ‘Why, Jared, what a fetching frock you’re wearing today.’ ”<br /><br />“Why, Jared, what a fetching frock you’re wearing today,” Kami said instantly, raising her head so she could lift her face up to his. “You look ever so pretty.”<br /><br />Jared laughed, a soft huff of breath, and rested his forehead gently against hers. “Your frock’s fairly fetching as well.”<br /><br />Kami closed her eyes, embarrassed to let him see she was happy he’d noticed. “Thanks.”<br /><br />“Not as fetching as mine, of course,” Jared added. “I am the prettiest.