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I’ve had in years. I don’t need you to go traipsing off the deep end. Not now.”
“You should’ve seen her face when we walked through the mall the other day. She was speechless.”
He’d seen the look. Saw it every time Alexandra turned on the faucet or opened the refrigerator. Twice he’d caught her turning on every lamp in the house. “’Tis amazing,” she’d say when he asked her what she was doing. Nothing though, fascinated her more than the television set. She’d stayed up every night watching late night movies.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” Shelly went on, “but I don’t think you should go to the park tonight, especially to meet some guy who only comes out when the moon is full.”
“I’ll be fine,” he said with a smile. “The Renaissance Fair begins tonight. The park will be filled with college students.”
Shelly smiled half-heartedly.
“There’s a package on the kitchen table that I need dropped off at Professor Whitaker’s office tomorrow afternoon. Would you mind?”
“Done,” she said before adding, “Did Alexandra tell you about our visit to the museum?”
He shook his head.
“It was amazing to listen to her. She knows more than most curators about medieval art and history...things a regular person off the street wouldn’t be familiar with.”
“I know.” Joe went to the window and peered out into the night. The moon had never looked so full and round, and eerily bright.
Who was Alexandra Dunn?
It was dark by the time Alexandra thanked Shelly for the clothes and gifts and all else she’d done for her since she arrived. Alexandra wore a comfortable off-white sweater and stone-washed jeans beneath a beige faux-fur jacket. Wearing breaches had taken some getting used to, but they were quite comfortable. She gave Shelly a hug, then headed for the dimly lit street, leaving Shelly and Sir Joe alone to say goodbye.
Alexandra watched the carriages they referred to as cars. As they sped past, the headlights resembled shooting stars, one after another. Horns sounded in the distance. A breeze touched her face, leaving a string of shivers in its place.
Although she would miss some of the wonderful conveniences of this time, especially the people boxes they called television, she was eager to return home and rid her family of Sir Richard, once and for all.
She glanced back at Sir Joe. Hard lines, a firm chin, and a strong profile made it hard to look away. With each passing moment it was getting easier to imagine him aglitter in polished armor; holding a sword, the hilt inlaid with precious stones. Tingles crawled up her arms at the idea of Sir Joe gazing at her in the same way the man on the television had looked at his lady...with a fiery, intense passion. But the odds were surely against that ever happening, for Shelly had told her everything she knew about Sir Joe: His inability to love fully, his inflexible nature, his fear of marriage, children, and commitment. Shelly would have laughed had Alexandra told her Sir Joe was her destiny...the man she was to marry.
Regardless of his many shortcomings, Sir Joe had some desirable qualities, too. He always smelled nice, like fresh air after a good long rain. And he had been fairly helpful upon occasion when it came to showing her how to clean or how to use one of his many modern contraptions. And he was kindhearted, going to all the bother of capturing a small eight-legged creature and setting it free, instead of squishing it beneath the heel of his boot.
Alexandra pushed flyaway strands of hair from her face. Continuing her perusal of Sir Joe, she found herself questioning whether he looked more scholarly than knightly. He definitely possessed a warrior’s physique and a noble face: chiseled cheekbones, firm lips. She did not want to think about those lips. She had yet to passionately kiss a man, but the yearning to kiss Sir Joe had struck her at the oddest times. For instance when she had left a muddied trail
“You should’ve seen her face when we walked through the mall the other day. She was speechless.”
He’d seen the look. Saw it every time Alexandra turned on the faucet or opened the refrigerator. Twice he’d caught her turning on every lamp in the house. “’Tis amazing,” she’d say when he asked her what she was doing. Nothing though, fascinated her more than the television set. She’d stayed up every night watching late night movies.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” Shelly went on, “but I don’t think you should go to the park tonight, especially to meet some guy who only comes out when the moon is full.”
“I’ll be fine,” he said with a smile. “The Renaissance Fair begins tonight. The park will be filled with college students.”
Shelly smiled half-heartedly.
“There’s a package on the kitchen table that I need dropped off at Professor Whitaker’s office tomorrow afternoon. Would you mind?”
“Done,” she said before adding, “Did Alexandra tell you about our visit to the museum?”
He shook his head.
“It was amazing to listen to her. She knows more than most curators about medieval art and history...things a regular person off the street wouldn’t be familiar with.”
“I know.” Joe went to the window and peered out into the night. The moon had never looked so full and round, and eerily bright.
Who was Alexandra Dunn?
It was dark by the time Alexandra thanked Shelly for the clothes and gifts and all else she’d done for her since she arrived. Alexandra wore a comfortable off-white sweater and stone-washed jeans beneath a beige faux-fur jacket. Wearing breaches had taken some getting used to, but they were quite comfortable. She gave Shelly a hug, then headed for the dimly lit street, leaving Shelly and Sir Joe alone to say goodbye.
Alexandra watched the carriages they referred to as cars. As they sped past, the headlights resembled shooting stars, one after another. Horns sounded in the distance. A breeze touched her face, leaving a string of shivers in its place.
Although she would miss some of the wonderful conveniences of this time, especially the people boxes they called television, she was eager to return home and rid her family of Sir Richard, once and for all.
She glanced back at Sir Joe. Hard lines, a firm chin, and a strong profile made it hard to look away. With each passing moment it was getting easier to imagine him aglitter in polished armor; holding a sword, the hilt inlaid with precious stones. Tingles crawled up her arms at the idea of Sir Joe gazing at her in the same way the man on the television had looked at his lady...with a fiery, intense passion. But the odds were surely against that ever happening, for Shelly had told her everything she knew about Sir Joe: His inability to love fully, his inflexible nature, his fear of marriage, children, and commitment. Shelly would have laughed had Alexandra told her Sir Joe was her destiny...the man she was to marry.
Regardless of his many shortcomings, Sir Joe had some desirable qualities, too. He always smelled nice, like fresh air after a good long rain. And he had been fairly helpful upon occasion when it came to showing her how to clean or how to use one of his many modern contraptions. And he was kindhearted, going to all the bother of capturing a small eight-legged creature and setting it free, instead of squishing it beneath the heel of his boot.
Alexandra pushed flyaway strands of hair from her face. Continuing her perusal of Sir Joe, she found herself questioning whether he looked more scholarly than knightly. He definitely possessed a warrior’s physique and a noble face: chiseled cheekbones, firm lips. She did not want to think about those lips. She had yet to passionately kiss a man, but the yearning to kiss Sir Joe had struck her at the oddest times. For instance when she had left a muddied trail
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