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Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed at all. (Although I wish I owned the studs Jacob and Connor) I own all OCs

-AC- = time breaks

A young woman sat in her carriage, awaiting her guest. Her gaze fell on a figure walking towards her carriage, and a blush rose to her cheeks. She watched the finely built figure approach, and chided herself for the naughty thoughts that filled her head. He climbed in moments later, and nearly scared her.

"Mr. Frye. It took you long enough." She said, the blush disappearing from her face; she had to be business-like now.

"You are not the easiest woman to find." He replied as he took his top hat and set it on the seat beside him.

"That's the point." The woman replied. Her gaze fell to the streets and he followed it, trying to figure out what had caught her attention. His eyes fell on a bush of white roses and he smiled.

She kept her gaze on them and the next row of flowers and the next as the carriage took off. The colorful array flowers slowly passed her line of vision, the carriage riding slowly along the cobblestone road.

As the carriage passed the park, her bright blue eyes fixated on a man giving a bouquet to a woman. She grinned slightly and closed her eyes.

(Flashback)

She sat in a small carriage with her best friend reclining beside her. She watched longingly at someone beyond the window and her friend noticed this. A gentle hand landed on her shoulder and she turned to face the paler young woman.

"What is it, Addie?"

"Nothing."

"It's not good to lie to your best friend." The other woman said with a smug smirk ghosting on her face.

"It's just… I saw someone…" Addie paused, searching for the right word to say. "Intriguing, when I was buying flowers."

"What do you mean 'intriguing'?" Her friend questioned, poking Addie in the shoulder.

"It's nothing."

"If you say so."

(End Flashback)

"Are you okay?" Jacob asked. Addie turned toward him with a small smile.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You seem off is all."

"I'm fine. Shall we talk about business?" Addie offered, trying to change the subject; it made her uncomfortable knowing that Jacob could read her so well. She tried to make a habit of staying as vague as possible. She didn't want to be vulnerable.

"Mmm… yes. When is Starrick planning on getting his delivery?" Jacob inquired, leaning on his fist. His brown eyes glimmered with mischief.

"Tonight. A boat is to sail in around midnight with the package." Addie replied.

"Good. I shall return to you tonight after everything is taken care of." He smirked and opened the door of the carriage. Addie quickly grabbed his forearm and he turned to look into her blue eyes. She pressed a small kiss to his lips, reveling in the taste of the alcohol on his breath.

"Good luck." She turned away shyly and closed the door. The carriage took off, leaving Jacob successfully confused in its dust.

-AC-

Addie walked around a small bakery that sat on the corner of her street. She picked up a loaf of bread, supposedly imported from France, and gave the loaf a small squeeze; she placed it back when it did not have a crisp crust like she had hoped.

Instead, she settled on buying a cherry tart. She thanked the owner and left, taking her small tart with her in a small paper bag.

Once in her carriage, she unwrapped the sweet treat. She licked her lips, taking a bite and savoring the tang of the fresh cherries. She smiled in delight and took another hungry bite.

Her mind flitted to the earth-shattering kiss she shared with Jacob just hours ago; her lips still tingled, yet she felt sort of guilty. It wasn't her place to share that affection with Jacob, no matter how devilishly handsome he was. His very smile warmed her heart, yet she abhorred herself for feeling like that. It - it wasn't right.

The door of her carriage opened, and she found herself jumping slightly; Jacob smiled at him as he climbed in. She finished chewing what in her mouth before she placed the other part of her tart on the seat. Jacob chuckled and placed his arms behind his head.

"I take it you were successful."

"Indeed. It was quite the sight. You should have been there." He said, closing his eyes.

"That's good." She sat still, waiting for him to leave. "Is there anything else you require Mr. Frye?"

"No. Not really." He said, opening his eyes and staring at her.

"You must have a reason for uselessly taking up space in my carriage." She said curtly; it wasn't that she was upset with him, it was that she hated herself for letting him into her heart. It made her feel sick inside.

He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting like child.

"I just had a question, no need to be so rude."

"Speak up then." She crossed her arms over her chest, and cocked a brow. Jacob looked around as if he was trying to find the right words to say.

"What was that…earlier." He asked, his chocolate eyes meeting her own blue ones.

"Nothing but a good luck kiss." She replied, folding her hands on her lap. He sighed and opened the carriage door; he looked dejected to her, but she just wanted him out of her carriage.

"Goodnight, Ms. Kipling." He said; he tipped his hat towards her and jumped off the side of the carriage. Addie waited for a moment before telling her carriage driver to take her home.

-AC-

Addie arrived at her home not long after speaking with Jacob. She walked in the front door and placed her purse on an end table by the door. She shrugged off her coat and hung it on the coat rack. She strolled farther into the house and was greeted with the smell of summer soup. She smiled and moved into the kitchen.

"Hello darling." She purred. Her husband turned and grinned widely at her.

"Good evening love."