The Time Keeper
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A holiday novella and love story for everyone...
Avery Hilfington was talented, tenacious, and spent a lot of time, thinking about time. She’d lost her father at sea, and was determined to solve the problem of longitude before she lost the only other man she loved – a man who wanted nothing to do with her anymore, and a man that she swore had broken her heart for the last time.
Sir Luc Rees, Lieutenant in the Royal Navy, had one goal – to win back the heart of his best childhood friend. He had turned away from her for four years, and now he had to make her understand why. Of course between her sleuthing for answers and chasing down thieves, the opportunities for courting were slim. With winter holidays fast approaching, he wished for one thing only – the gift of time to win her love.
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scream while running so fast, but the sound of his name, and knowing that she depended on him, seemed to fill him with super human strength. Taking a chance, he kicked through the wood of the closest stall, wrapped an arm around her waist, and jumped. The angry stallions continued past until there were only the disturbed whinnies of those left behind. Slowly Luc opened his eyes. Avery was tucked against his chest, hands up protecting her face. Eventually she lowered them to his chest, peeking
didn’t know where to begin or what to do next. Anger and hopelessness nearly left her undone. She dragged in her breath, fighting back tears. Nearly undone. She was stronger than this. Years of focus had made her stronger than this. She could not think about the future. She needed to deal with this moment. Why would Dr. Llewellyn take it apart? She quickly surveyed the scene for missing elements, and suddenly it was clear. The jeweled parts were gone. They were small, crafted to prevent
Watchmakers, London. But they are no longer in business.” She knew because she had tried to find them to help her. “Not as H&H,” he said, getting her full attention. “I sold that piece to a young, bold lad for a mere song. Never thought I’d see it again.” He came closer to her. “May I?” She lifted the watch for him, and he clicked it open expertly. “It was for my daughter. But she passed away birthing my grandson.” “I’m so sorry.” Avery choked. “I think,” he said, slowly releasing it. “Still
watchmakers of note in Greenwich—Williams and Horace. I’ve met both, but neither has the talent of Mr. Hargrove.” “I know.” “You know?” “When I purchased your watch, I investigated my options thoroughly.” “Oh.” She blinked and stared. Then blinked again. “I did not know you put so much thought into the gift.” She touched his arm lightly before pulling away. “It is even more precious now. Thank you, Luc.” “You’re welcome.” “How is it you turned into such a clod right after giving it to me?”
and merry. Ned in his happiness did not seem to notice anything amiss. “I will prepare our toasts,” Avery said, seeking the opportunity to turn away from the others. She needed a moment. The champagne was chilling, but she did not trust herself to lift the bottle. She could not see clearly. Her vision telescoped to darkness, loneliness its mark. The conversations she’d had with Luc this last week and today came rushing at her in a jumble, suddenly making sense. This was what he wanted to tell