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Chapters (68)
  1. Biding Time
  2. Dedication
  3. Table of Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-One
  37. Chapter Thirty-Two
  38. Chapter Thirty-Three
  39. Chapter Thirty-Four
  40. Chapter Thirty-Five
  41. Chapter Thirty-Six
  42. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  44. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  45. Chapter Forty
  46. Chapter Forty-One
  47. Chapter Forty-Two
  48. Chapter Forty-Three
  49. Chapter Forty-Four
  50. Chapter Forty-Five
  51. Chapter Forty-Six
  52. Chapter Forty-Seven
  53. Chapter Forty-Eight
  54. Chapter Forty-Nine
  55. Chapter Fifty
  56. Chapter Fifty-One
  57. Chapter Fifty-Two
  58. Chapter Fifty-Three
  59. Chapter Fifty-Four
  60. Chapter Fifty-Five
  61. Chapter Fifty-Six
  62. Acknowledgments
  63. Other Titles by Lyn Gardner
  64. Going on Red
  65. Choices
  66. Born Out of Wedlock
  67. Give Me A Reason
  68. Mistletoe

Born in 1601 and turned in 1637, while Bennett could have chosen from a wealth of ornate and layered fashions worn during that time by both men and women, she’d always preferred comfort over pomposity. Comfort to her definitely wasn’t a dress, and it also wasn’t an embroidered jerkin, blousy breeches, or frilly shirts. Instead, Bennett was wearing snug-fitting leather pants tucked into cuffed boots and a long-sleeved leather doublet under which was a linen shirt, the ends of its ruffled sleeves extending over her hands. Hanging from her belt was a scabbard, and the handle of the sword it contained was elaborate, its pommel ending with a dark sapphire encased in a centerpiece of silver. And to finish the look, Bennett had on a cape over one shoulder, held in place by three leather cords running from her shoulder to under her other arm.

“Are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to let me in?”

“I’m…I’m sorry,” Ruby said, stepping back. “Please come in, but don’t put on that hat. Low ceiling.”

Bennett hadn’t noticed until then that the trim around the door was almost at eye level, and bowing her head, she walked into the apartment only to realize she couldn’t stand straight without her head hitting the ceiling. “Lord. Low is putting it mildly.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I just have to pick out some earrings, and we can go.”

Bennett raised her head as much as she dared. “Pick something silver if you have it.”

“Um…any reason why?”

“Yes,” Bennett said, reaching into her pocket. “This is for you.”

Ruby took the necklace from Bennett, her delight clear until she saw the silver archer’s bow and arrow dangling at the end. “Oh, gotcha. I almost forgot. This is how you’re…um…claiming me?”

“Yes,” Bennett said, raising her head a fraction of an inch before lowering it again. “And I’d offer to help you put it on, but I’m feeling a bit like Quasimodo right now.”

Ruby snickered. “This is only going to take a second. Feel free to sit down, or I can meet you in the hall if you want to stand straight. Your choice.”

“I fear if I sit down, you’ll take longer than a second, so straight it is.”

It took Ruby no time at all to find a pair of unpretentious silver pendant earrings, and after two attempts at fastening the necklace, she was finally able to work the clasp. Dropping her keys into a clutch bag, she draped her coat over her shoulders, and after giving her apartment one last glance, Ruby met up with Bennett in the hall.

Ruby adored Bennett’s swashbuckling attire, and it showed on her face. “I think this is the part where you’re supposed to say my carriage awaits.”