Kate has been in here every few days for the past eighteen months or so. Helped him behind the counter on many occasions. They flirt shamelessly with each other, and threaten to leave me and Amelia be...
Victoria Woodhull and her sister were the 1870s equivalent of the Kardashian sisters.
Even though I can’t hear or see it from this distance, I know that Katherine and my younger self are currently having a brief, nearly silent squabble over who goes through the window first. I’d promis...
Kate, please. You have to focus. I’ve pulled up a stable point, love. Just slide your fingers over it and go. I’ll be right behind you. I promise. That promise is a lie in one sense, but hopefully, sh...
And I’m just thinking he doesn’t have the right to guilt-trip me about this when he says, I’m not out to make you feel bad. You were upset, and it’s only natural you’d seek out comfort. It’s just . ....
I nearly miss it, given Tate’s need for speed, but as we zip by the guy in the alley, I catch a brief glimpse of his face. It’s Kiernan. How did he get out before we did when he was behind us? A few s...
And then I had to jump back and get my gun. I thought it was in your room. I glare at him. gun was in my room. Yours wasn’t, because this afternoon. Because I couldn’t find it in your—
We both look up as Katherine, Connor, and Dad enter the kitchen. Kiernan tries to be polite and stand, but I’m on the outside of the bench, and the table has him wedged in, so the most he can manage i...
You see, I’ve read Mr. Grumbine’s treatise on auras, and while it does depend on the shade, a green aura can be a mark of deception or dishonesty. I shoot Kiernan a smug glance. While I’m certain this...
As I suspected, innuendo is even more effective at bringing on her blush, but the sly grin that follows close behind is a surprise. You weren’t supposed to be married back when you met her in 1776. Wh...
You need one of those recap sequences, Trey says. Like, ‘Hi, I’m Kate. Here are a few things you might need to know.’ Charlayne smiles. Previously on . Or, Ben says, ‘ The Timeline So Far,’ like on .
I’m not following any of this, you know. Beecher who? Henry Ward Beecher. Another slug from the bottle. He’s a preacher. Hey, that rhymes. Well, that answers any questions about whether the alcohol is...
I’m not sure why he’s flustered until I realize there are now five of us and the table is set for four. Pru waves her hand dismissively. Don’t bother. The dark-haired one is just my bodyguard. He can...
But oh, me mom is gonna be madder’n bloody hell. It clicked then, with his last two words, and I realized why I’d had the touch of déjà vu earlier when he rubbed his temples. I probably would have rec...
The mistakes of one generation build upon the mistakes of the next and you get a society that no one really wanted.
I pull my T-shirt over my face and am about to plunge in when it occurs to me that I’m approaching this, as Kiernan would say, far too linearly.
Charlayne is in front of me, holding a rifle identical to the one in my hand, raised to shoulder height and pointed at Kiernan, who’s sitting on the bed. He looks more bored than afraid.
Before you start what? He shakes his head. Not telling. You have to come and see. There’s a mischievous light in his eyes, and in that moment he looks so very much like his eight-year-old self, waitin...
Kiernan doesn’t answer. He just turns toward the door and walks out, limping. He bangs both the cabin door and the porch door on his way out. Pretty sad for someone who seems to think he’s being the a...
Miss Kate! Kiernan exclaimed, pointing. What happened to your toes? What? I glanced down, half expecting to see a leech or a cut or some other trauma, but there was nothing odd. What are you talking a...