Cocktails in Camelot by Marianne Mancusi

Author:Marianne Mancusi [Mancusi, Marianne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing
Published: 2016-06-03T04:00:00+00:00

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While I'm eager to get back to Camelot, Lance and Guen insist we stay at Avalon until I regain my strength. Fine by me. I don't have any pressing plans. And what better place to waste time than on an enchanted island?

From what Guen says, I have been deliriously sick for two whole weeks. While I don't remember the time passing, the shape of my body makes me inclined to believe her. I feel like I've lost at least ten pounds. Happy-dance time! Some good has come out of the ordeal. Though, knowing me, I'll probably gain it all back and then some once I start eating again. It's so tough to stick to Atkins when protein bars have yet to be invented.

After a few more days of being stuck in bed, I start getting restless. I'm feeling much better, and I can tell my strength is returning.

"Lance," I whine when he comes for his morning visit. "I'm so bored. Can I go outside? I'd like to see Avalon in the daytime."

He smiles indulgently. "The lady has already permitted it. I have arranged for us to go riding, that you may see the island in all its majesty."

"Riding?" I wrinkle my nose. "Can't we walk? Honestly, Lance, I'm not really one for the whole horseback thing." I know I'm being a baby, but I can't help it. Riding with someone else holding the reins I can handle—though barely. But I'm so not going to be in charge of steering the thing.

I guess it stems from the incident at Billy's birthday party when I was five. His mom hired a guy to give pony rides in the backyard. I was petting the pony's nose while eating ice cream when a cat ran underneath its legs. The pony reared up in fright, succeeding in knocking me over, scaring the crap out of me, and basically scarring me against horses for the rest of my life.

"Riding horses is a necessary part of life. You must learn to get over your fear," Lancelot scolds, interrupting my childhood reminiscing.

"I didn't say I was afraid." I frown as Lancelot raises a skeptical eyebrow. "Just…don't like them."

"Kat, you are a very brave woman. But you must learn that fear is not something to fear."

"Um, FDR would have disagreed with you. In fact, he said, the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.'"

"I do not know this FDR," says Lancelot. "But I do know that you will feel better once you have conquered your fear of horses. Perhaps you will even enjoy riding."

"Yeah, right. So not going to happen."

"I have saddled a fat Welsh pony for today's lesson," Lancelot continues, ignoring my comment. "The beast cannot run much faster than you or I. She is sure of foot and will not stumble." He rises from his seat beside me. "Get dressed and meet me at the stables," he says in a voice that leaves no room for argument.

Ooh, I love it when he gets all alpha male on me.

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