Lynn Kurland - Much Ado In the Moonlight by Much Ado In the Moonlight (v1.0)

Author:Much Ado In the Moonlight (v1.0)
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jove Books/Dorchester Publishing

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Chapter 18

Connor sat up with a groan. He felt much more himself, but he supposed that was nothing to rejoice over. He looked around the chamber and found himself somewhat surprised he was where he was. There had been a part of him that feared the time gates would not work for him.

They had worked in transporting him to another age.

They had not restored him to life.

He hadn't expected that they would. Not truly.

He looked around the very sixteenth-century chamber and marveled at the construction. It looked somewhat like the Boar's Head Inn, though 'twas obvious to him that this chamber was far newer.

It was currently being used not only by him but by Victoria and Jennifer, both of whom were unconscious on the bed. Connor would have feared for their safety, but Jennifer was talking in her sleep and Victoria was reaching over to give her a shove. Obviously, they lived still.

Connor had to admit to being somewhat fascinated by the interaction between the two sisters. He'd had little to do with women as he grew to manhood, having no sisters and a mother who had died in his youth. Victoria and Jennifer were a revelation to him. Neither was shy about expressing opinions on the other's conduct or business. Connor had learned quite quickly that Victoria thought Jennifer should be earning her bread playing music and Jennifer thought Victoria should be finding herself a husband and settling down.

Connor wondered, absently, why Victoria hadn't.

He found it not an unhappy state of affairs, though he certainly couldn't have said why. It wasn't as if he could do a bloody thing about it save dance at her wedding to some lad from her time.

He got to his feet, swayed, then steadied himself as best he could. He wished grimly that he had brought someone else along. How he was going to protect these two women with naught but his wits was beyond him. Then again, hadn't he done as much the night before?

But had it been the night before, or had he been senseless for days?

He would have given that more thought, but a knock sounded on the door, interrupting him.

Victoria sat up with a start, caught sight of him, then relaxed and smiled. "You look better."

"Did I look so ill before?" he asked.

"Well, yes, you did." She rose and went to answer the door. Food arrived and Connor looked at the window to see what the time might be. Daylight again. Well, perhaps he had only slept through the night.

Victoria gestured to the table. "There, if you please," she said with a decidedly French accent.

The maidservant obeyed, bobbed a curtsey, and left with alacrity. Connor looked at Victoria.

"French?"

She shrugged. "I thought Scottish, but I wasn't sure how that would play here."

"And what, pray, am I to do, mistress?" he asked archly. "I cannot be what I am not."

"You just be quiet," she said easily, "and let me do the talking. Jennifer speaks quite a bit of French, so if things really go south, we'll let her see what she can do.

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