CHAPTER ELEVEN
ONCE I GOT OVER THE mortification of believing Veronica wanted to have a lesbian fling with me (not to mention the little pang of disappointment that I wasn’t as seductive in my bodice as I had surmised I was), our conversation settled down to something a little less out of Pepper and Veronica’s Amazing Crosstalk Show.
“What I said before is still true, Veronica. I’m not practicing to joust professionally.”
“You also said that you had no intention of learning how to joust, and yet I’ve heard that you spent an hour and a half today learning how to do just that.” She picked a tiny bit of dried leaf out of my hair as proof of my perfidy.
I raised my free hand in a gesture of denial. “I didn’t intend to learn anything, but I sort of got myself railroaded into it. Bliss is di
