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saw how Wallace was looking at him. “She is no changeling.”
The blacksmith grimaced. “I should hope not. One in camp is enough.”
Chapter 11
“ C AN YOU SET my wife up as the target?” a skinny redneck asked Christine, and grinned at the chunky, scowling brunette beside him. “Come on, baby. It’ll be fun, and you know my aim is for shit.”
“Well, if I do that, sir,” Christine said, “it’s only fair to let her have a turn at you. Ladies go first at my game.” She regarded the embarrassed woman. “How’s your aim, hon?”
That made the skinny husband go still, while the wife grinned and said, “Mighty good, and he forgets I’m part Shawnee.”
As the couple tossed their hatchets together, but not at each other, Christine spotted Colm walking with Ryan out of the lane of medieval craft shoppes. It hurt a little now to see other women walk by him, unaware of the amazing face he hid under his boring mortal mask.
Glamour, Christine corrected herself as she turned to award a stuffed dragon prize to the redneck’s wife. I wish I could do that. I’d make myself so beautiful he’d never think of that heart-stealing bitch of a Fae Queen again.
A sweet sensation raced up her right arm, and Christine looked over to see Kayla leading a pair of horses in jousting gear toward the arena. She measured the distance between her friend and Ryan, in the process catching Colm’s eye. She tilted her head toward the armored horses before she clipped up the CLOSED sign and trotted over to Kayla.
“Hi there, my favorite lunch pal,” she said quickly, keeping one eye on Ryan as Colm stopped and gestured in a different direction. “I didn’t think there’d be a bout today.”
“Gavan and his crew want to practice some new razzle-dazzle for the sunset joust,” Kayla told her. “Listen, about lunch.”
“You’re not hungry, I know, but you can sit there and have some coffee while I stuff my face,” Christine told her firmly. “I have the best gossip in camp. Like how I saw turkey leg gal doing the walk of conquest at the lodge this morning. You’ll never guess whose room she sashayed out of, either.”
Kayla handed the horses off to a member of the arena ground crew before she turned to Christine. “Jannon’s?”
Odd how she never suspected Ryan, Christine thought. “It will cost you lunch to find out.”
A few minutes later she and Kayla sat in a corner of the dining hall. Christine gossiped and ate two chicken sandwiches while watching her friend mope over the coffee she’d let grow cold.
“So Gavan is definitely in a better mood today,” she told Kayla, and offered her a slice of her apple. “Maybe you should go to his room tonight, and attack him. Turkey leg gal has nothing on you, girlfriend.”
“Uh-huh.” Kayla absently nibbled on the fruit while watching the nearest window.
“Or I could come with you to visit your favorite jouster,” Christine offered. “I think Big Guy likes me—when he notices me, which is only when you’re not around. Maybe I could give him a lap dance while you cry over him. Bet he’d noticed that.”
Kayla picked up her cup, took a sip, grimaced and went back to window watching.
“Tell you what. We’ll let him pick who he’d like to kiss all over until dawn. The other one has to watch.” When that didn’t get a rise out of her, Christine added, “Kayla, look, it’s Ryan, right behind you, and he’s naked.”
The other woman whipped her head around before scowling. “Very funny. Excuse me, I have some real shit to shovel.” She got up and stalked out.
“So that went well.” Christine got up and disposed of her lunch remains.
Colm stood waiting outside the lodge, and came over to Christine as soon as he saw her. “He’s at the arena.”
“She’s at the barn.” She checked her watch as she fell into step beside him. “I can keep an eye on her until tonight, but then what’ll we do?”
“I’ll keep her dancing while you talk to
The blacksmith grimaced. “I should hope not. One in camp is enough.”
Chapter 11
“ C AN YOU SET my wife up as the target?” a skinny redneck asked Christine, and grinned at the chunky, scowling brunette beside him. “Come on, baby. It’ll be fun, and you know my aim is for shit.”
“Well, if I do that, sir,” Christine said, “it’s only fair to let her have a turn at you. Ladies go first at my game.” She regarded the embarrassed woman. “How’s your aim, hon?”
That made the skinny husband go still, while the wife grinned and said, “Mighty good, and he forgets I’m part Shawnee.”
As the couple tossed their hatchets together, but not at each other, Christine spotted Colm walking with Ryan out of the lane of medieval craft shoppes. It hurt a little now to see other women walk by him, unaware of the amazing face he hid under his boring mortal mask.
Glamour, Christine corrected herself as she turned to award a stuffed dragon prize to the redneck’s wife. I wish I could do that. I’d make myself so beautiful he’d never think of that heart-stealing bitch of a Fae Queen again.
A sweet sensation raced up her right arm, and Christine looked over to see Kayla leading a pair of horses in jousting gear toward the arena. She measured the distance between her friend and Ryan, in the process catching Colm’s eye. She tilted her head toward the armored horses before she clipped up the CLOSED sign and trotted over to Kayla.
“Hi there, my favorite lunch pal,” she said quickly, keeping one eye on Ryan as Colm stopped and gestured in a different direction. “I didn’t think there’d be a bout today.”
“Gavan and his crew want to practice some new razzle-dazzle for the sunset joust,” Kayla told her. “Listen, about lunch.”
“You’re not hungry, I know, but you can sit there and have some coffee while I stuff my face,” Christine told her firmly. “I have the best gossip in camp. Like how I saw turkey leg gal doing the walk of conquest at the lodge this morning. You’ll never guess whose room she sashayed out of, either.”
Kayla handed the horses off to a member of the arena ground crew before she turned to Christine. “Jannon’s?”
Odd how she never suspected Ryan, Christine thought. “It will cost you lunch to find out.”
A few minutes later she and Kayla sat in a corner of the dining hall. Christine gossiped and ate two chicken sandwiches while watching her friend mope over the coffee she’d let grow cold.
“So Gavan is definitely in a better mood today,” she told Kayla, and offered her a slice of her apple. “Maybe you should go to his room tonight, and attack him. Turkey leg gal has nothing on you, girlfriend.”
“Uh-huh.” Kayla absently nibbled on the fruit while watching the nearest window.
“Or I could come with you to visit your favorite jouster,” Christine offered. “I think Big Guy likes me—when he notices me, which is only when you’re not around. Maybe I could give him a lap dance while you cry over him. Bet he’d noticed that.”
Kayla picked up her cup, took a sip, grimaced and went back to window watching.
“Tell you what. We’ll let him pick who he’d like to kiss all over until dawn. The other one has to watch.” When that didn’t get a rise out of her, Christine added, “Kayla, look, it’s Ryan, right behind you, and he’s naked.”
The other woman whipped her head around before scowling. “Very funny. Excuse me, I have some real shit to shovel.” She got up and stalked out.
“So that went well.” Christine got up and disposed of her lunch remains.
Colm stood waiting outside the lodge, and came over to Christine as soon as he saw her. “He’s at the arena.”
“She’s at the barn.” She checked her watch as she fell into step beside him. “I can keep an eye on her until tonight, but then what’ll we do?”
“I’ll keep her dancing while you talk to
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