Happy Medieval Monday!
Better late than never, I hope? This was one of my best Mondays ever, and I've experienced, um... let's just say, "quite a few".
But it's never too late to enjoy a little romance, especially medieval romance! Be sure to check out the Medieval Romance Lover's FB page to discover some wonderful books and authors. You can also find us on Twitter, #MedMonFall20.
Until last week, I was sharing snippets of conversation as Deidre and Lachlann drove to a Christmas tree farm. We're back on that country road once again. He's trying to prepare her -- and himself -- for the talk they will have in the near future.
“We agreed that we both have a lot to tell each other,” she said.
“But what I’m going to tell you, what I have to say…” He faltered. “You won’t like it.”
Deidre drew a deep breath, her thoughts racing to the DEA agent. Last night, she hadn’t told Lachlann about the strange interview. They’d both been tired, and she hadn’t wanted to ruin the evening. Was he going to confess?
“Is it that bad?” she asked.
“You might think so. You might think I’m crazy.”
Drug smuggling was certainly crazy. Was now the time to tell him about the agent?
Slow down, Deidre.
First, she should be sure where this was going.
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Keep me away from the wisdom that does not cry, the philosophy that does not laugh, and the greatness which does not bow before children. – Gibran Khalil Gibran