It Happened One Bite

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by Lydia Dare


  We know what we are, but not what we may be.

  He smiled to himself, realizing that the sentiment meant so much more now than it ever had before. He had never imagined that he could be something different than he was. He had never imagined that a pretty girl who could hold fireballs in the palm of her hand could change him, make him more than he had ever dreamed possible.

  “Woolgatherin’?” His wife’s voice from the threshold interrupted his thoughts.

  James shook his head and leaned back in the chair. It was becoming more comfortable by the minute. “Just waiting for you, my love.”

  A dazzling smile lit her lips as she shut the door behind her before crossing the room and dropping onto his lap. James chuckled. He could get quite used to this.

  “It was so nice of Benjamin ta offer us a place of our own for the night.”

  “Nice,” James agreed. Then he kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll be forever in his debt.”

  “Lindsay House isna that bad.” She frowned at him.

  “Oh, I beg to differ, my darling witch. Lindsay House has your two brothers in residence. One of them can shoot better than I, he once told me. So, when I make love to my wife this evening, I’d rather not have the good captain within hearing or shooting distance.”

  “If he was goin’ ta shoot ye, he would have done it last night when ye confessed all yer sins ta him.”

  She might have a point. Still, he’d rather not take any chances just yet. His heart was beating once more, and he wasn’t in any hurry for it to stop again.

  “Lookin’ at your watch again?” Blaire asked. “Ye do seem a mite obsessed with it.”

  “I’m only obsessed with you.”

  She rolled her eyes in a way he found most endearing. “Can I see it?”

  “Are you going to steal it again?”

  She smacked his chest lightly. “I never stole yer watch.”

  James snorted.

  “All right, I did steal it. I used it for a spell when I was tryin’ ta figure out what ye were.”

  “And now you know what I am?”

  “My husband, for now and always.”

  “For now and always.” He brushed his lips against hers. Then he sat back against the seat and handed her his watch.

  She clicked it open and read the inscription. “We know what we are, but no’ what we might be.” Blaire looked over at him. “Shakespeare.”

  He shook his head. “Why are you always trying to attribute sayings to William Shakespeare?”

  Blaire blew a strand of hair from her eye as though he was the most troublesome creature known to man. “I ken the line, James Maitland. It’s from Hamlet.”

  “It is,” he agreed. “But Shakespeare didn’t come up with it.”

  “What do ye mean?”

  “Blodswell tried to pound the sentiment into my head. He finally took my watch, which was a gift from the Queen, by the way, and had the phrase engraved inside. He said if I looked at it long enough, it might someday seep in.”

  A look of pure joy settled on her face. “And Mr. Shakespeare?”

  “Asked for the time one night in a pub. I flicked open the watch to show him, and the blackguard ended up stealing my line—or Matthew’s line, really. Can you believe it?”

  Blaire giggled. “I find, my love, that when ye’re involved, I should believe almost anythin’.”

  About the Author

  Lydia Dare is a pseudonym for the writing team of Tammy Falkner and Jodie Pearson. Both are active members of the Heart of Carolina Romance Writers and have sat on the organization’s board of directors. Their writing process involves passing a manuscript back and forth, with each one writing 1,500 words after editing the other’s previous installment. Jodie specializes in writing the history and Tammy in writing the paranormal. They live near Raleigh, North Carolina.

 

 

 


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