Stardust Of Yesterday by Lynn Kurland

Author:Lynn Kurland [Kurland, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-06-02T04:12:24+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Genevieve put the finishing touches on the last of her Christmas packages. Though it was only the second week of December, she wanted to be ready. It was the first time in her life she'd had the time and the peace of mind to get ready for Christmas early. Next on her list was to introduce Kendrick and Worthington to chocolate chip cookie dough. Not cookies, but the dough. Once dough reached cookie stage, she always lost interest. Kendrick might not be able to taste the food of the gods, but she could describe it well enough for him. And then she'd have to make sugar cookies and fudge and whatever else Betty Crocker could help her come up with. Worthington was already shuddering in anticipation, though no doubt it was anticipation of the mess she would make.

She placed the last package in her trunk, then shut and locked it. After putting the key in her pocket where Kendrick couldn't get it, she left the bedchamber and descended to the great hall. Worthington was reading the paper in front of the fire.

"Where's Kendrick?"

"Outside, my lady. Run upstairs and fetch your cloak if yd intend to join him."

"Yes, Mother," she sighed as she ran back up the stairs, pulled her worn pea coat from the closet and ran back down to the hall. Worthington didn't spare her a glance as she walked by.

"I'd suggest gloves, my lady."

She ignored him and continued on her way. She walked to the front door, opened it and gasped. The courtyard was back to thirteenth-century style. She walked down the steps in a daze, then realized she'd walked through someone only because the ghost laughed. She whirled around, her hand to her throat.

The man took off his helmet and pushed the mail coif back from his fair hair. His blue eyes twinkled as he smiled and made her a low bow.

"Royce of Canfield, lately of Artane, at your service, my lady."

"Oh, hello," she said, flustered. "I'm Genevieve."

"I know, my lady. A pleasure it is to gaze upon your loveliness at close range. I espied you at the airport but hesitated to make myself known to you. Indeed, my lord Kendrick's tales of your beauty do you a disservice. Your loveliness exceeds anything words could describe."

Genevieve stared at him, openmouthed. "Wow," she breathed. This guy sure knew how to pay a compliment.

"Nay, my lady, that is what I would ever say when gazing upon your comeliness—"

"Royce, you horse's arse, be you gone from my lady's side, Your stench will make her swoon."

Genevieve didn't connect the sound of horse's hooves with Kendrick until she saw him sitting astride his mount not three paces from her. Genevieve looked up at him and her mouth fell open again. A ghost horse? Well, she'd seen stranger things.

"Holy moly," she said weakly.

Kendrick winked at his captain. "That's much more complimentary than a mere 'wow.' Don't forget whom she loves, lackwit."

"Kendrick, you buffoon, why would she choose you when you look as

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