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Too bad she hadn’t lost some of those really, really bad ap of ti her memory for now But surely as she adjusted to this new environed to travel through tiet back

But then she wondered, did she really want to get back to what she’d left behind?

In the , Adrienne splashed icy water on her face and assessed herself in the blurry polished silver disc hanging above the basin Ah, the little luxuries Hot water Toothpaste What did she pine for the rowing coffee in 1513 If her luscious husband was so anxious to please, perhaps he would find it for her--and quickly She’d need a full carafe everyif she continued to lose sleep like this

By the ti from head to toe The lure of the smithy was but a dim echo of the pull thein his presence made her feel quivery inside and weak at the knees--far worse than Adam had She snorted as she recalled the Hawk’s rules Four of them had been to stay away from the smithy Well, that was one sure way to irritate hiot her coffee

Adrienne ru reasonably siown (how did they e?), she accented it with a gold girdle at the waist and several gold arm cuffs she found Soft leather slippers for her feet and a shake of her silvery

"Coffee," she croaked when she’d finallycastle and find several people enjoying a leisurely breakfast There were a dozen or so seated at the table, but the only ones Adrienne recognized were Grieneral direction hopefully

Everyone at the table stared at her

Adrienne stared back unblinkingly She could be rude too

"I think she said coffee," Grih I’ve heard ible sounds fro always lent a husky quality to her brandy-rich voice "I need coffee," she explained patiently "And "

"A voice to cherish, smooth and complex as the finest ered on her face, then slid gently down to her toes How in God’s naown from her body slowly and deliciously?

"Didn’t that fellow fros in the buttery? And I’las, by the bye, this rapscallion’s--"

"Mother--"