First Knight: Thornton Brothers Time Travel (A Thornton Brothers Time Travel Romance Book 3) by Cynthia Luhrs Page A
Authors: Cynthia Luhrs
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horse. They were pretty, and she’d fed them carrots but ride? No way.
So how was it she found herself nervously eyeing a beautiful black horse with a white patch in the center of its forehead that looked almost like a heart?
Edward came striding toward her. The man pulled all the energy to him, every eye watching him. The movie-star effect.
“The cook packed the tarts you enjoy.” He put his arms around her waist, and she wiggled way. “Is aught amiss?”
She took another step back. “No. Why don’t we walk to the coast? A nice, long walk would be lovely. It’s a beautiful day.”
“Do not be foolish. The horses are faster.”
But she took another step back. The stable boy stood waiting, and there were a few of Edward’s men around. They would all laugh at her.
Up on tiptoe, she whispered in his ear, “I can’t ride.”
“You recovered a sen’night ago. Are you unwell again?”
“Shhh.” She put a finger to her lips. “No. I never learned how.”
Edward blinked at her. “You are unable to ride? How do you travel in your time?”
His men, hearing, took a few steps closer.
“Nice. You were supposed to whisper.”
He looked abashed. Alistair eyed her as if she were from another planet, which, given the years, wasn’t too far off base.
“You are a woman. How have you never been astride a horse? Was your sire cruel? Did he beat you and lock you in your chamber?”
They were drawing a crowd. Everything was closing in, and all she wanted to do was run away. But she’d been pushing herself out of her comfort zone. Trying to get used to being around more people. There wasn’t much privacy in medieval England. So she straightened and looked each man in the eye.
“When I was a…child, my sire sent me to learn to ride for a…sen’night. Since then I have never been on a horse. Where I come from, people do not ride horses.”
This caused all kinds of discussion.
Edward pressed his lips to her ear, sending shivers down her back. “Cars?”
Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded, but the smug look on his face pushed the shivers away. So she stepped on his foot.
“Cars go much faster than horses.”
“Harrumph.”
As they stood there grinning at each other as if tied together by an invisible thread, Brom sauntered up, glanced between them, and grinned. He slapped Edward on the arm.
“Haven’t seen such a smile since we were at court.”
For a moment Edward frowned, then he grinned at her. “A beautiful woman will make all men fools.”
Heat traveled up her ribcage. “All beautiful women?”
Brom laughed.
“Nay, mistress. Only you.”
“Oh. Well then.”
His men looked just as amused, and she’d had enough of being out of her comfort zone for the day.
“Guess you better help me up on this horse.”
Edward lifted her up. “Midnight is gentle. She will follow Thor.”
Just like she’d follow him wherever he went, but of course she wouldn’t tell him that. His head was big enough as it was.
When she was little she used to have her dad tell the story of meeting her mom. He always said her mother kept multiple men on a string before picking him. That the woman always picked the man, no matter how much the man wanted to think otherwise. Of course, her mom looked like a beauty queen, and still did thanks to an injection or laser here and there, while Jennifer, well, she had good skin and really thick hair. Seeing herself reflected in his eyes was when she honestly felt as beautiful as any movie star or beauty queen. When he looked at her, it was as if no one else existed.
They rode to the coast, a leisurely ride as she told him about painting the blacksmith while he worked.
“Truly? You find such things lovely?”
“Yes. Day-to-day life. The small moments. That’s what I like to capture.” She winked at him. “Don’t worry. I’m saving the best for last.”
Brom snorted. “Do not make him more vain than he already is, mistress.”
“Be silent,
So how was it she found herself nervously eyeing a beautiful black horse with a white patch in the center of its forehead that looked almost like a heart?
Edward came striding toward her. The man pulled all the energy to him, every eye watching him. The movie-star effect.
“The cook packed the tarts you enjoy.” He put his arms around her waist, and she wiggled way. “Is aught amiss?”
She took another step back. “No. Why don’t we walk to the coast? A nice, long walk would be lovely. It’s a beautiful day.”
“Do not be foolish. The horses are faster.”
But she took another step back. The stable boy stood waiting, and there were a few of Edward’s men around. They would all laugh at her.
Up on tiptoe, she whispered in his ear, “I can’t ride.”
“You recovered a sen’night ago. Are you unwell again?”
“Shhh.” She put a finger to her lips. “No. I never learned how.”
Edward blinked at her. “You are unable to ride? How do you travel in your time?”
His men, hearing, took a few steps closer.
“Nice. You were supposed to whisper.”
He looked abashed. Alistair eyed her as if she were from another planet, which, given the years, wasn’t too far off base.
“You are a woman. How have you never been astride a horse? Was your sire cruel? Did he beat you and lock you in your chamber?”
They were drawing a crowd. Everything was closing in, and all she wanted to do was run away. But she’d been pushing herself out of her comfort zone. Trying to get used to being around more people. There wasn’t much privacy in medieval England. So she straightened and looked each man in the eye.
“When I was a…child, my sire sent me to learn to ride for a…sen’night. Since then I have never been on a horse. Where I come from, people do not ride horses.”
This caused all kinds of discussion.
Edward pressed his lips to her ear, sending shivers down her back. “Cars?”
Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded, but the smug look on his face pushed the shivers away. So she stepped on his foot.
“Cars go much faster than horses.”
“Harrumph.”
As they stood there grinning at each other as if tied together by an invisible thread, Brom sauntered up, glanced between them, and grinned. He slapped Edward on the arm.
“Haven’t seen such a smile since we were at court.”
For a moment Edward frowned, then he grinned at her. “A beautiful woman will make all men fools.”
Heat traveled up her ribcage. “All beautiful women?”
Brom laughed.
“Nay, mistress. Only you.”
“Oh. Well then.”
His men looked just as amused, and she’d had enough of being out of her comfort zone for the day.
“Guess you better help me up on this horse.”
Edward lifted her up. “Midnight is gentle. She will follow Thor.”
Just like she’d follow him wherever he went, but of course she wouldn’t tell him that. His head was big enough as it was.
When she was little she used to have her dad tell the story of meeting her mom. He always said her mother kept multiple men on a string before picking him. That the woman always picked the man, no matter how much the man wanted to think otherwise. Of course, her mom looked like a beauty queen, and still did thanks to an injection or laser here and there, while Jennifer, well, she had good skin and really thick hair. Seeing herself reflected in his eyes was when she honestly felt as beautiful as any movie star or beauty queen. When he looked at her, it was as if no one else existed.
They rode to the coast, a leisurely ride as she told him about painting the blacksmith while he worked.
“Truly? You find such things lovely?”
“Yes. Day-to-day life. The small moments. That’s what I like to capture.” She winked at him. “Don’t worry. I’m saving the best for last.”
Brom snorted. “Do not make him more vain than he already is, mistress.”
“Be silent,
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