Lonely is the Knight (Merriweather Sisters Time Travel Romance Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page A

him, and it felt good. Really freaking good.
    Charlotte noticed he tended to get cocky as he fought, and leaned to the right when he thrust. Some of the people watching started to laugh.
    “Well done,” Guy said. “When you first showed up, as pretty as you are, we all thought you’d go home after the first day or two. But you stuck it out. I’m right proud of you. Sure you don’t want to stay a while longer and learn how to use a sword?”
    Charlotte lifted the braid off the back of her neck, letting the breeze cool her off. She was dressed in a pair of leggings and a t-shirt proclaiming Cats rule, dogs drool . Sweat tickled as it dripped down her ribcage.
    “I wish I could, but I think a sword is way too heavy for me. I’ll stick with the knife.” She handed the wooden blade back to him.
    “Don’t forget the shop I told you about.”
    Over dinner last night, Guy had told her where to go to buy a shiny new knife. Charlotte didn’t want new. She wanted antique, something that would blend in.
    “I’ll remember. I can’t thank you all enough.”
    While she had enjoyed her time with the group of history buffs, the feeling it was time to go had been growing stronger over the past few days. Tomorrow was the day. She didn’t know why, only that she needed to get back to London tomorrow. It felt like time was running out.
    An almost hot shower left her feeling refreshed and not quite as sore. One of the guys had rigged up a couple of solar showers. It was a much-appreciated luxury. Back at her tent, Charlotte threw on a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt, grabbed her journal, and sat down in a chair outside the tent. The east side faced an open meadow, with a low stone wall in the distance. She could almost see knights charging across the field, their colors bright against the sun.
    “Bet you could use this.” Mary handed her a mug of wine.
    Charlotte sniffed. “Apricot?” She took a small sip, the fruity wine sliding down her throat. “Now that’s refreshing. I like it better than the dandelion batch you made last week.”
    “The dandelion recipe needs a bit of work. It’s missing something.”
    “It tasted kind of like whisky.”
    “I’m going to make up another batch of apricot next week.” The chair creaked as Mary leaned back and closed her eyes. Charlotte had grown fond of the older woman during her time here.
    Mary was forty-two, though she looked a good ten years younger. It was hard to believe she was twenty years older than Charlotte, old enough to be her mom. The twinge in her heart made her take a few deep breaths. She would miss her new friend.
    “You’re always scribbling away in that journal. Are you writing a book?”
    Charlotte ran her hand across the leather cover. “No, just useful tidbits. I like to make lists and write things down. Never know when the knowledge might come in handy.”
    “Speaking of handy, thanks for the face cream recipe. It’s amazing. Think I’ll try a batch with roses next time.”
    Aunt Pittypat would be over the moon to know others were finding her recipes useful. Charlotte was grateful for her time here. She’d learned so much. Given the time she had set aside, she was as prepared as she could possibly be. Too bad there wasn’t a guidebook for time traveling.
    “I’ll miss you. You’ve been so kind to me.”
    Mary leaned over to pat her shoulder. “Take care of yourself, luv. I won’t ask the real reason you’re here. I respect your need for privacy. Hearing the piper play every afternoon for you makes me sure there’s something else going on. Perhaps some task you are meant to complete.”
    “Maybe he’ll keep playing after I’m gone.”
    Mary shook her head. “No. My bet is you’ll hear him in London.”
    Instead of saying anything, Charlotte took another sip of the wine. “I admire you for embarking on a new adventure. So many people get set in their ways. You inspire me.”
    Mary looked embarrassed. “I’ll see you off in the