Getting by (A Knight's Tale) Read Free

next to her and sat. Ignoring her stare, I signaled the waitress who rushed to take my order; a beer on tap and fish and chips. By then I understood that this pretty girl’s eyes changed color with her mood, from puzzled, to excited and finally annoyed. All in under ten seconds—adorable.
    “Stalker,” she said, and pinched a spinach leaf and chewed on it before her next sentence. “How do you do it, did you attach a tracking device while I wasn’t watching?”
    “Damn, I never thought about that one.” I faked regret and moved close enough to give her a lingering kiss on the lips, they froze—no response on her part. But her eyes went a little greener diminishing the amount of brown speckles. “Paid that friend of yours.” She arched an eyebrow, grasping her fork tight. “Serendipity. And it brought me my lucky strike.” I winked at her. “Charged me an arm and leg to set this up. Now, can I get a name?”
    A sincere laugh began, and continued for minutes as she hugged herself tightly with both arms. It satisfied me to see her smile that way. She seemed the kind of person who took everything too seriously when others watched.
    “Name?”
    “You seem like a nice guy.” I hated the speech, the nice guy got turned down and then the hot guy scooped the girl. But wait, in my experience, I was the hot guy, so why was she turning me down? “I told you once, you don’t want to deal with this,” she said, and waved her index finger around herself. “I’ll give you my name, but then I might have to kill you. You, being a hero, won’t allow it and things will get bloody and messy. Let’s avoid the drama and gory scenes, skip the trailer, and move on to the finale where you walk toward the sunset—alone.”
    I didn’t get a name, but I convinced her to give me a couple of hours with her. It took me a glass of wine and the promise of decadent pastries. We stopped at different stores to admire the local products. She bought a few scarves, a pair of shoes, hair knickknacks and souvenirs, all in cash, and none of her cards or identifications showed inside her wallet. I watched very closely every time she opened and closed it.
    Before I could make a move, Mitch called, reminding me we had plans for the evening and I couldn’t cancel them. Fucking Serendipity, he loved to tease me. Once again she refused to give me a name and a number. “Let it go.” She crinkled her nose. “Life happens. There’s a reason for everything. Now, move on, Pretty Boy, and stop those stalkery tendencies.”
    Her speech annoyed the hell out of me, and I shut her up with a kiss. Gentle at first. I explored her lips and got them used to mine, and continued with some pressure as my tongue begged to be let inside, gliding slowly until I met hers and had a quick play date. Our mouths synchronized with each other, producing enough pyrotechnic material to ignite the entire European continent.
    “Until next time, Pretty Girl.”
    The next time wasn’t as long as the others. Serendipity put her next to me, in The Ritz Hotel. K&W, the advertising company my brother Liam headed in London, held yet another stupid office celebration, and I had to attend—being a silent partner and all. For obvious reasons, I didn’t divulge to my nosy family, I arrived late. Before heading to the room I reserved to change into my formal attire, I made my way to the ballroom where they held the event to give Liam a quick apology.
    “This sucks,” an angry voice, belonging to a beautiful woman who wore a pretty yellow dress kicked the door of the room next to mine with her pointy yellow shoes and cursed. “Two keys, next time ask for two. You demagnetized it—again. They’re going to think you’re stupid and crazy for talking to yourself.”

Chapter 2
    Emma
    I WASN’T COUNTING ON seeing him again, but darn, once again he magically appeared out of nowhere. Now he was in front of my hotel bedroom while I fought with the key and the door; another