Free Lonely is the Knight (Merriweather Sisters Time Travel Romance Book 3) by Cynthia Luhrs

her over to a boulder and gently put her down.
    “Stay here and rest. My men will build a fire and make sure all is well. I will fetch you something to drink.”
    She watched him go, admiring his form. He looked healthy and strong. Not like those guys that spent all their time in the gym. Henry looked like he’d worked outside his whole life, doing things with his hands. Like fighting with swords? said the snarky voice inside her head.
    One of the men started a fire. Charlotte wished she’d paid closer attention. In her pack, she had a pack of waterproof matches, but certainly couldn’t bring them out in front of everybody.
    While it was a warm day, she was grateful for a fire to dry her things. Everyone was busy, so she opened her backpack and pulled out her clothes. When Charlotte had a few minutes to herself, she’d dump out both bags and check everything over. If she did it now, she had a feeling too many curious eyes would watch. Not to mention she didn’t want to be under attack and trying to stuff everything back in the bags. When she stood, her stomach rolled, the pain in her ankle making her pant.  
    “Lady? May I aid you?”  
    One of the men took her arm.
    “I wanted to look for sticks so I can dry my clothes. A drying rack is easy to make, and I have twine to tie them together.”
    “Rest, lady. I will gather your sticks.”
    The man came back with an armful of wood. “Will these do?”
    “Yes, thank you.”
    He handed her each stick and watched as she tied them together, making a drying rack. Then he nodded, took her twine, and made her two more.
    “They will be overlarge.” Henry handed her a tunic and hose. “You needs dry what you are wearing.”
    Charlotte tested her ankle. She could hop. An image of the Easter Bunny wearing her clothes popped into her head, making her giggle. She clapped a hand over her mouth.
    Henry rolled his eyes and scooped her up. He carried her behind some bushes and set her down.
    “I will turn my back. Lean on me as you need.” He said over his shoulder, “I will not look.”
    Charlotte put her hand on his back, then balanced on her good foot. She got the t-shirt off and her leggings down but couldn’t step out of them. Do something. You’re standing naked in the woods with possible thieves around and a camp full of men.
    “Um, Henry? Could you lift me and put me down about two feet to the left? I can’t step out of my leggings—I mean hose.”
    He started to turn, and she yelped. “Don’t look.”
    The man chuckled. His hands came around her waist and he went still. The touch of his hands against her skin warmed her. What was he mumbling?
    She wished she spoke Norman French. But she gave him credit—he had his eyes closed as he lifted her, turned her, and put her down to his left.
    “Better?” he said in a strangled voice.
    “Much. Now hold still while I dress.” She pulled the tunic over her head. It was a deep blue and beautifully embroidered. When she inhaled, it smelled like him. Then she looked at the hose and let out a sigh.
    An answering chuckle told her he knew what she needed.
    “Shall I lift you now, lady?”
    He didn’t give her time to answer before he pulled her against him and lifted her a few inches off the ground. Leaning back against him, Charlotte was able to pull the hose up.
    “I’m dressed.”
    “You look fetching in my tunic and hose.”
    Their gaze held. Henry picked her up again. “Did you not eat during your journey?”
    Her stomach growled in response.
    “I thought not. I will feed you, Mistress Merriweather.”
    In the makeshift camp, sitting on her rock, Charlotte noticed one of the men watching her. She smiled at him and he nodded. As he turned, she saw he had a hand on the hilt of his sword. He must’ve been assigned to watch her. It made her feel better. Safe.
    It seemed like days ago since she’d eaten the fish and chips for lunch, but it had probably only been hours or a day at most. Her stomach protested,