Last Knight by Cynthia Luhrs

Author:Cynthia Luhrs
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2016-11-07T18:00:00+00:00

Ashley woke to the worst hangover she’d had in her life. The sensation of someone watching her made her slowly crack one eye open. Christian leaned against the wall.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t normally drink much, and I certainly don’t act like a crazy person.” She pointed to his nose. “Is it broken?”

“Nay, ’tis nothing. How is your head?”

“Full of stuffing. Did I drink all the ale in the tavern?” She narrowed her eyes. “You look like you feel fine.”

“I did not drink as much as you. You had a great deal to say.”

What had she told him? It was all a big fat blank.

“I don’t really remember what we talked about. Did I say anything…odd?”

He hesitated only a moment. “Nay, you did not. I can hear you are hungry from here. Shall we break our fast?”

Why had he hesitated? Was he being tactful, or had she told him she was from the future? No, if she had, there was no way he’d be acting like everything was fine. A memory flashed and she cringed. Had she tried to kiss him?

She looked up at him through her lashes. He wasn’t acting weird. No way was she ever drinking that much again. Three years of college and she’d never gotten up on a table to sing in front of a crowd. And it ended up being for nothing, because they’d had to sleep in the stables anyway. Wait. The brawl was her fault. That horrible man had made the lewdest suggestion, and she’d slapped him. Then all hell had broken loose.

There’d been one time when she was out with Ben and the team, celebrating a win, and she’d had too much to drink, but this…this was ten times worse. As much as the thought disgusted her, she knew the guys on the team swore by having a small drink with breakfast to get over a hangover.

What she wouldn’t give for some Lindsay Stirling playing softly in the background while she popped a few aspirin and slept the day away. Inside the tavern, the debris had been cleared away, leaving two tables and chairs. She cringed. They’d be lucky if they were given a piece of moldy bread after the damaged they’d caused. Stupid guy. Guess it didn’t matter what time she was in—jerks were jerks throughout history.

She couldn’t hold the smile in—the memory of Christian popping that guy in the nose, defending her honor. Medieval men. She sighed. Too bad she couldn’t remember what they’d talked about last night. Oh well, it couldn’t have been too important, or he would have said something.

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