KIND EYES AND A
LION’S HEART
CHAPTER ONE
PART FOUR
Sure enough, Melvin’s cousin Barengar was
standing at the entrance to the tent, all six feet of him, with his handsome
face and broad shoulders and that smile that made women flock to him like
ducklings after their mother.
Not
surprisingly, the young serving woman was also looking at Barengar. And now he would be forgotten.
“Who is this little flower among the
wounded?” Barengar asked, running a measuring and predatory gaze over the young
woman.
Instead
of answering Barengar, she turned back to Melvin, her brows furrowed with what
looked like...displeasure? “Do you know
that man?” she asked.
“I’m
Lord Barengar de Morraine,” Barengar declared, strolling forward as if this was
his hall and everything in it belonged to him, including the young woman.
Not if I can help it, Melvin thought with
sudden determination. “She’s assisting
the physician,” he said, taking hold of his cousin’s elbow and steering him
toward the opening of the tent. “Come
on, coz. I have to pay you the ransom
for my horse and things. I should do
that before the feast, don’t you think?
Don’t want to forget.”
Barengar
pulled his arm free. “There’s some time
yet before the feast and I’ll make certain you don’t forget,” his cousin
replied. He gave the young woman one of
his charming smiles. “So, my pretty,
what’s your name?”
She
drew herself up and regarded Barengar as if he was a worm. “I am the Lady Viola de Landbourgh, the niece
of Lord Percival, your host.”
Barengar’s stunned expression would have
been funny if Melvin hadn’t been just as shocked.
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Note: This novella is
PG13. With the exception of GWYNETH ANDTHE THIEF and THE WASTREL, my books are usually steamier.
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