Chapter 18
Eighteen
Kendra
“HURRY,” KENDRA said as she and Trick rushed up the cottage’s staircase. “I intend to be in bed with you before anyone else steps foot in this building.”
“Sounds good to me,” he said, sidling past her to hurry down the corridor. He reached for the door latch.
BANG!
Kendra stopped so abruptly she nearly ran into him.
“Sweet Mary!” he breathed.
They both stared at their bedchamber’s door.
Which was flat on their bedchamber’s floor.
Trick blinked, looking bewildered. “What the devil happened to the pins that go in the hinges?”
“I cannot imagine.” Kendra felt as if all the air had quite suddenly been sucked out of her. “They’re just…gone.” She looked up at him quizzically. “How can they have disappeared?”
Trick went inside, stepping on the fallen door and pulling her in after him.
“I don’t know, and right now I don’t care.
” He lifted the door and set it back in place, carefully aligning the empty knuckles of the hinges.
“It matters not,” he said, moving her toward the bed, a lascivious gleam in his eyes.
“We cannot allow”—a knock came at the door, immediately followed by another—
BANG!
“Your grace?” Margaret stepped onto the floored-again door, looking bemused. “My apologies, your graces. I heard a loud noise, and came to—”
“We could have been standing there!” Kendra cried. “Right where that door fell! You could have killed us!”
“She didn’t,” Trick told her succinctly before turning to Margaret. “What the devil happened to the pins that go in the hinges?”
“The pins?” She looked to the doorframe, then down to the edge of the door. “Lud. I—I don’t know.”
“Well, go find out, will you?” His huff was half apology, half exasperation. “That is, please go find out. We’ll wait here—out of the range of this damned door.”
“Come back with pins!” Kendra yelled after her.