The Christmas Knight by Michele Sinclair

Author:Michele Sinclair [Sinclair, Michele]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Publisher: Zebra Books
Published: 2010-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

Edythe watched as the real Lord Anscombe guided her younger sister with a heavy hand to a quiet secluded corner of the bailey. She suspected she should join them, but she was tired of Lily getting away with her whims and it looked like her future husband wasn’t as gullible as the rest of the men they had encountered over the years. Neither was his friend.

“I told her that it was a bad idea,” Edythe mumbled under her breath.

“Must be nice to know everything.”

Edythe sent Tyr a silencing sideways glance. “I’m practical.”

“And openly opinionated,” Tyr added matter-of-factly.

“And usually right,” Edythe added, turning to face him squarely. She wished he wasn’t so good-looking. Deep dimples, dark hazel eyes, and reddish-brown shoulder-length hair, the color she wished hers were instead of its intense auburn hue, all in a superior male body. Men that handsome weren’t to be trusted. “You don’t know my sisters like I do.”

Tyr grinned down at her. Damn, he was tall. And he wasn’t put off one wit by her aggressive demeanor. In fact, he was enjoying it. “Your elder,” Tyr began, “is unaware of her underlying beauty, which is probably what makes her such a compassionate leader.”

“Perhaps,” Edythe tentatively agreed. “But if you truly knew Bronwyn and had not just observed her, you would know that it is her nature. I doubt any change to her appearance would make her any more or less of who she is.”

“And you’re envious of that.”

Those words stung. Edythe had never cowered from the truth. Then again, it rarely was delivered so unsparingly. “Envious, no. I do not covet my sister’s nature, nor do I desire to be exactly like her, but I sometimes wish I had more of her restraint.” And before he could comment on her admission, she prompted with a slight dare to her voice, “If you know so much, then tell me of Lily or are you too swayed by her beauty?”

“Aye, she’s beautiful, but also complicated and young. She is an…an opportunist, but not necessarily a selfish one.”

“Ha. She can be. Lily’s world revolves only around her.”

Tyr chuckled and the sound sent ripples of awareness down her arms. “I’d rather talk about you, Lady Edythe.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Lady Edythe,” Tyr repeated, drawing out her name. His forehead wrinkled. “No. Don’t like it. A girl like you needs a nickname.”

She hadn’t been a “girl” for several years, and Edythe was irked that he saw her as such. “That’s one thing I’ll never want.”

“That’s a shame. Everyone should have a nickname.”

“Really, then what’s yours?”

Tyr licked his lips and in a low voice lied, “Bachelor.”

“Fitting,” Edythe retorted. “I doubt with your type of self-serving charm, too many women vie to change that status.”

Tyr clucked his tongue, completely unfazed by her ridiculous barb. “Ed, I think. Little and sweet…just like you.”

“Thòin,” Edythe hissed and moved to walk away, not dreaming for a second that he would know Gaelic and understand what she meant.

“Bauchle,” Tyr chirped back in retaliation. Edythe spun around, her

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