Tessa Dare - [Spindle Cove 03.5] by Beautyand the Blacksmith Read Free Book Online

a giddy flutter rose in her chest. No horses or wagons in the front meant she’d likely caught him alone. A sheen of perspiration rose on her brow even before she entered the steamy, spark-filled forge.
    She entered to find Aaron not pounding at the anvil but hunched over a bit of fine metalwork at his worktable.
    “Good morning,” she said, swaying her skirts a bit.
    He looked up only briefly and gave her a curt “Good morning” before returning his concentration to his task. “Sorry you’ve caught me in a busy moment. I can’t leave this, or it will cool unfinished.”
    “Of course. Should I come back another time?”
    A furrow formed in his heavy brow. “No, don’t go. Unless you want to.”
    “I’d like to stay.” She settled on her usual stool. “If I won’t be troubling you.”
    Now he looked up, and his dark eyes caught hers. “You could never be any kind of trouble.”
    Never mind the roaring forge, that look sent heat rushing through her. Oh, dear. And here she was, caught without her fan.
    He returned to his labor, and she sat quiet and still. She did love watching him at his work. This was different from his display of brawn and sweat she’d admired the other day. When he worked with fine metal, all that power was pushed through a narrow funnel of concentration.
    The result was passion. He had an artist’s passion for his creations. She touched the quatrefoil pendant in her pocket.
    “There.”
    He set the piece aside and wiped his brow with his shirtsleeve. He left a black smudge of soot on his temple, and she found it strangely enticing. A mark of that passion, emblazoned on his skin. It spoke of virility in a primal way.
    “What are you making?” she asked.
    He showed her a silver bracelet, formed of two twining vines. “It’s a special order for a jeweler in Hastings.”
    “You’ve been selling your work in Hastings?”
    He nodded. “Rye and Eastbourne, too. I’m hoping to expand to Brighton soon.”
    “And London after that?”
    He shrugged. “Perhaps. But there’s only one of me. There’s a limit to how much I can do on my own.”
    “Have you thought about taking on an apprentice?”
    “It’s not working the forge that I need help with, so much as everything else. Fosbury says what I really need is a wi—”
    He cut off the word, but Diana completed it in her mind.
    What I really need is a wife.
    It made sense. Marriage was a partnership in any social class. Among gentry, the lady’s contribution was a dowry or well-placed connections. As a craftsman, Aaron would do well to marry a woman with practical skills to help him manage his household and his business.
    Skills women like Diana didn’t possess.
    They traded awkward glances, and they both seemed to be thinking the same thing. What were they doing here? He wasn’t the kind of suitor her mother would accept, and she couldn’t be the wife he needed. If marriage was impossible, they were only flirting with heartbreak and scandal.
    Still, she couldn’t bring herself to leave.
    We have something, he’d said yesterday, and he was right. Diana wasn’t ready to give up on it yet.
    He went back to his work, raking the fire and pumping the bellows that fueled the forge. “Much as I’d like to take the day off and spend it with you, I have to finish this piece. I’ve promised to deliver it tomorrow.”
    “I understand. Is there any way I can help?”
    “That’s kind of you to offer, but I’m not going to have you hauling wood and water.”
    “Why not? I helped with such things the night Finn was hurt.”
    “Aye, but that was an emergency. If I hadn’t been so preoccupied, I never would have allowed it.”
    “If you’d tried to send me away, I wouldn’t have listened.” She had a tenacious streak. There had to be something she could do. “Have you eaten your noon meal?”
    He shook his head.
    “Then that’s what I’ll do. While you finish that piece, I’ll prepare a meal. Then we’ll sit down to eat and