it so thoroughly."
Andi glanced at Heath, who crossed himself.
Jameson, who'd remained uncommonly quiet, rose. "I daresay all you'll find is lore and legend, Dr.
Monroe. 'Twas many a century ago, you know. Not much detail, other than business of the church, was recorded. Rather, recorded and preserved. In a desolate area such as Dreadmoor, 'tis highly unlikely anything was written down."
Andi stood and tried to wrap her brain around the illogical aspects of witchcraft. She smiled.
"Forgive me, but I just don't believe in witchcraft or ghosts. It's just not in my nature. Something more solid had to have been the cause of death for such a large group of virile medieval warriors."
Jameson's mouth twitched. Kate's eyes sparkled. Heath downright grinned. Had they all lost their minds?
Then their eyes all averted to some point behind her. Andi turned to find the lord of Dreadmoor himself, standing with hands shoved into the pockets of his nicely packaged faded jeans. A dark blue Henley pulled at the muscles bunched in his arms and chest, and Andi had to check for drool on her chin.
Sexy hardly described him.
"Virile, you say?" Tristan lifted one dark brow. "Since it is my ancestor we speak of, I can assure you that bit of legend is true."
Muffled though it was, Andi heard Kate's giggle.
"My lord, you've just missed tea," Jameson said. "Can I prepare you a tray?"
"Nay, man, but thank you all the same. I'm off. Business, you see." Tristan gave a low bow. "Ladies.
Master Heath."
With that, Tristan de Barre left the hall.
Under his breath, Heath muttered, "He's cool."
Andi watched Tristan go, her insides tingling. Good Lord, he was ... cool.
"Right. Come along, Heath. We've got a bit of baking to do for our guests this eve." Kate met Andi's gaze.
"High season for tourists, you see. Lots to do." She smiled. "If you ever tire of this drafty place, come for a visit, won't you? I love a bit of girl talk here and there."
"And you can meet my mum," Heath added. "She likes girl talk, too, I bet."
Andi smiled. "Absolutely, I'd love to. Thank you for the offer."
Kate turned and gave Jameson a smile. "Lovely tea as always, Edgar."
Jameson gave a low bow. "Lovely company as always, Miss Kate. Come, Master Heath. I'll show you and your grandmum out."
Andi waved them good-bye and plopped down onto the overstuffed chair. Grabbing the last cookie, she nibbled and waited for Jameson to return. Her thoughts turned to their previous conversation as she chewed.
Witchcraft and ghosts. While fascinating to hear the tales and lore, it simply didn't make sense, and it certainly didn't add up. Yet, she'd heard that voice, had seen that waft of mist ...
"I see you've cleaned the cookie tray," Jameson said behind her. "Quite an appetite you have."
Andi rose from the chair and smiled. "I can't help it. Those cookies are delicious."
"I'm sure they are," Jameson said.
Together, Andi and Jameson cleared the tea setting and loaded the dishwasher. While muttering under his breath that it just didn't sit well with him for her to be doing house chores, he allowed her to help put the great hall chairs to rights and tidy up.
When they were finished, Andi headed to her room. "I think I'll go over my notes for a while," she said.
"I'll announce when dinner is ready," Jameson said.
As she passed by, Andi gave Jameson a wide smile and a wink. "That'll be lovely, Edgar."
Edgar Jameson's face turned bright red. "I'm sure it will be, my lady."
After a couple of hours spent poring over her site log, Andi stretched and decided to walk around the castle. Powering down her laptop, she slipped out of the chamber and started up the corridor.
Long, winding passageways ran this way and that, and Andi lost track of the way she'd come.
Suddenly, she pulled to a stop. She listened, turning her head to find the sound floating up the passageway.
It came from the opposite direction. A TV, perhaps? Loud. Male voices. Several of them. Funny, she thought she
Andi glanced at Heath, who crossed himself.
Jameson, who'd remained uncommonly quiet, rose. "I daresay all you'll find is lore and legend, Dr.
Monroe. 'Twas many a century ago, you know. Not much detail, other than business of the church, was recorded. Rather, recorded and preserved. In a desolate area such as Dreadmoor, 'tis highly unlikely anything was written down."
Andi stood and tried to wrap her brain around the illogical aspects of witchcraft. She smiled.
"Forgive me, but I just don't believe in witchcraft or ghosts. It's just not in my nature. Something more solid had to have been the cause of death for such a large group of virile medieval warriors."
Jameson's mouth twitched. Kate's eyes sparkled. Heath downright grinned. Had they all lost their minds?
Then their eyes all averted to some point behind her. Andi turned to find the lord of Dreadmoor himself, standing with hands shoved into the pockets of his nicely packaged faded jeans. A dark blue Henley pulled at the muscles bunched in his arms and chest, and Andi had to check for drool on her chin.
Sexy hardly described him.
"Virile, you say?" Tristan lifted one dark brow. "Since it is my ancestor we speak of, I can assure you that bit of legend is true."
Muffled though it was, Andi heard Kate's giggle.
"My lord, you've just missed tea," Jameson said. "Can I prepare you a tray?"
"Nay, man, but thank you all the same. I'm off. Business, you see." Tristan gave a low bow. "Ladies.
Master Heath."
With that, Tristan de Barre left the hall.
Under his breath, Heath muttered, "He's cool."
Andi watched Tristan go, her insides tingling. Good Lord, he was ... cool.
"Right. Come along, Heath. We've got a bit of baking to do for our guests this eve." Kate met Andi's gaze.
"High season for tourists, you see. Lots to do." She smiled. "If you ever tire of this drafty place, come for a visit, won't you? I love a bit of girl talk here and there."
"And you can meet my mum," Heath added. "She likes girl talk, too, I bet."
Andi smiled. "Absolutely, I'd love to. Thank you for the offer."
Kate turned and gave Jameson a smile. "Lovely tea as always, Edgar."
Jameson gave a low bow. "Lovely company as always, Miss Kate. Come, Master Heath. I'll show you and your grandmum out."
Andi waved them good-bye and plopped down onto the overstuffed chair. Grabbing the last cookie, she nibbled and waited for Jameson to return. Her thoughts turned to their previous conversation as she chewed.
Witchcraft and ghosts. While fascinating to hear the tales and lore, it simply didn't make sense, and it certainly didn't add up. Yet, she'd heard that voice, had seen that waft of mist ...
"I see you've cleaned the cookie tray," Jameson said behind her. "Quite an appetite you have."
Andi rose from the chair and smiled. "I can't help it. Those cookies are delicious."
"I'm sure they are," Jameson said.
Together, Andi and Jameson cleared the tea setting and loaded the dishwasher. While muttering under his breath that it just didn't sit well with him for her to be doing house chores, he allowed her to help put the great hall chairs to rights and tidy up.
When they were finished, Andi headed to her room. "I think I'll go over my notes for a while," she said.
"I'll announce when dinner is ready," Jameson said.
As she passed by, Andi gave Jameson a wide smile and a wink. "That'll be lovely, Edgar."
Edgar Jameson's face turned bright red. "I'm sure it will be, my lady."
After a couple of hours spent poring over her site log, Andi stretched and decided to walk around the castle. Powering down her laptop, she slipped out of the chamber and started up the corridor.
Long, winding passageways ran this way and that, and Andi lost track of the way she'd come.
Suddenly, she pulled to a stop. She listened, turning her head to find the sound floating up the passageway.
It came from the opposite direction. A TV, perhaps? Loud. Male voices. Several of them. Funny, she thought she
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