4
Kat stood in front of the library windows beneath the stained-glass Saint George as he slayed the green dragon. These were the windows Tristan had seen as a child, the ones that had moved him to such strong emotions.
How far they’d both come since the night they’d met and kissed at the Pickerel Inn pub.
Kat longed for that moment so many days ago, when the snow was falling outside, along with the muted sounds of pubgoers chatting nearby, the warmth of Tristan’s body close to hers as they whispered, teased, and flirted. She wanted to trap that moment in time, bottle it and save it.
She was ready to battle her father for the one thing in her life she didn’t want to give up: Tristan.
She clutched her little black purse and shifted restlessly in the low heels she wore. Kat wanted to get
