Temporary insanity?
Maybe.
She sat with Lucas in one of the high booths at the back of the bar, a place where they were guaranteed a bit more privacy than if they’d taken one of the tables toward the front, and definitely more than if they’d sat at the bar itself. Thank the Goddess that the bartender on duty tonight was a civilian, and not one of her many McAllister cousins. Word would still get out that she’d been seen in here with a strange man, but at least it would take a little longer for the gossip to get through the family grapevine. What the bartender — or the few other civilians in here — thought of a medieval queen sitting down with a man who looked like a refugee from the set of Casablanca, she didn’t know. Then again, it was close to Halloween, and the dance was going on arou
