Enduringly Yours
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…She wasn’t blind. Peter was right, Gilburn did want her. Zipporah backed away from her mother. She looked down the stone corridor to make sure no one was there. “I’ve been having dreams about her again,” she said, pressing her hand to her stomach, as if she could make her baby come back to life
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Enduringly Yours The year of our Lord, 1192 …“Zipporah…” He kissed her once. “I’d do anything.” He didn’t say more, even though that had sounded like an incomplete thought to her. Anything for what, to bed her, to keep her safe, to fix what had torn them apart in the first place? He leaned around
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Enduringly Yours England The year of our Lord, 1192 …“Sir Peter,” Lady Havendell faced him. He straightened, hands clasped behind his back like the soldier that he was. “I’m counting on you now. Don’t you dare let me down.” He nodded stiffly. For her mother, letting her down could mean… Oh, good Lord, but her
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Enduringly Yours The year of our Lord, 1192 …She should’ve been more careful. “Peter, I’m so sorry. I would’ve told you. If you’d only taken me with you, I would have.” He watched her for a moment, confusion clouding his battle glare, then he looked at John instead. “We need to talk somewhere private.” “The
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Index Part Sixteen “You may continue on with us, Sir Peter,” Gilburn said, his words clipped. “But if you vex Lady Zipporah, know that I’ll have you removed from Havendell permanently, despite what her mother might think of you.” Gilburn was stiff and irritated in the saddle. His stallion pinned back his ears in response.
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Enduringly Yours Part Twelve Maybe she should have accepted Peter’s letter when it had first arrived, but she hadn’t wanted anything to do with him. When she’d first found out that she was carrying she’d been appalled. Over time that had changed. She wasn’t sure what had happened, but she’d felt the baby move, and
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Enduringly Yours Part Thirteen “Do you really need me around here?” Peter asked. John’s green eyes swiveled in his direction. “Yes, I need you,” he stated. “How could you even ask?” “I meant just for now.” “I suppose I can survive. Why?” “I plan on riding out to Havendell every morning to keep an eye
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💜My apologies for posting the wrong selection of Enduringly Yours this morning. I had just gotten my computer back after not having it for two weeks and went right ahead making a new post of a selection I’d already given you guys! My bad, so sorry. In light of how little new material I’ve given
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Index Part Fifteen Zipporah leaned forward in the saddle to scratch her gelding’s neck, all too aware of Sir Gilburn on his tall stallion next to her. “Do I make you nervous,” he said with a smile. “No, of course not.” She really wished she’d sent that missive to Peter. John. She meant John. “You
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