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118. THE WEIGHT OF SIMPLE TIMBER
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My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 180. THE GRAIN OF THE HICKORY
ARIA'S POVBy two in the afternoon, the bright winter sun had softened the frost along the south-facing wall of the woodshop, sending a steady, melodic drip of snowmelt off the cedar shingles.Inside the shop, the air was warm with the rich, oily scent of cured hickory and fresh linseed oil. Thomas had dragged three heavy oak sawhorses into the center of the floor, where five long, straight-grained billets of seasoned hickory lay waiting. They were cuts from a tree Theo and David had felled two autumns ago dense, springy, and thoroughly dried in the high rafters of the lumber barn."An axe head is only half the tool, Marcus," Thomas said, tapping his hazel stick against a pale, golden-hued billet. "If the handle doesn't have the right whip and curvature, your forearms will be numb before you've felled your third hemlock."Marcus held a heavy draw-knife, testing the balance of its turned wooden handles. Beside him, David was already mounted on the shaving horse, his foot holding th
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 179. THE RING OF THE WINTER ANVIL
ARIA'S POVThe dawn broke over the high eastern ridge in a flood of cold, brilliant amber, casting sharp indigo shadows across the snow-draped timber racks.While the upper terrace was still waking to the sweet smell of baking barley bread and roasting chicory from Elizabeth’s kitchen, down in the forge pit the day was already burning hot.A thick column of dark oak-wood smoke curled up from the stone chimney, rising straight into the windless blue sky. Inside the shop, the roar of the broad leather bellows was a rhythmic, pulsing lung driving the coal bed to a shimmering, white-hot intensity that washed the frost clean off the stone walls.Kat stood at the main anvil, her dark leather apron buckled tight, her sleeves rolled up past her elbows to reveal forearms corded with muscle and dusted with fine black charcoal. Beside her, Marcus worked the wooden lever of the secondary bellows, his face flushed red in the radiant glow, his eyes fixed on a two-foot bar of tough, high-carbon scr
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 178. THE SONGS OF THE SALTWATER
ARIA'S POVThe night brought a quiet, bone-deep cold that set the high pine boughs crackling like dry glass under the icy starlight. But inside the great hall, the hearth fire of split hickory and dry applewood raged high and bright, painting the timber rafters in flickering shades of deep gold and amber.Seventeen people sat in a wide, cozy semicircle around the stone hearth. The long oak table behind us had been cleared of the evening's bowls, its seventeen carved seats resting empty in the dim shadows while the true heart of the house beat around the flames.Julian sat on a low three-legged stool near the hearth ring, his willow pipe resting across his knees, while Marcus leaned back against a sheepskin-draped cedar chest. The old traveler’s hands, no longer trembling with the exhaustion of the road, cradled a warm wooden cup of spiced cider as he looked around at the faces framed in the firelight."I haven't heard a song played for pleasure since the docks at Port Mercer went d
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 177. THE SHAPING OF THE SEVENTEENTH SEAT
ARIA'S POVThe morning brought a brilliant, blinding blue sky that made the fresh snow on the upper terrace dazzle like crushed diamond dust.Down in the carpenter’s shop, the air was warm with the crisp, resinous perfume of freshly cut white pine and sweet cedar shavings. By eight o'clock, the rhythmic rasp of Thomas’s draw-knife was already beating a steady cadence alongside the crisp of David’s wooden hand plane.Marcus stood at the long workbench, his heavy oilskin coat laid aside for a wool vest, his calloused hands carefully testing the edge of a curved timber scraper. The grey exhaustion of the long road had begun to wash out of his face, replaced by the steady, focused purpose that came from working with good timber alongside men who knew their craft."Keep the angle low on the draw-knife, Marcus," Thomas instructed gently, pointing his hazel stick at the four-inch pine slab mounted on the heavy wooden trestles. "You aren't trying to chop the wood; you're shaving it down un
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 176. THE MAP ON THE ASH TABLE
ARIA'S POVThe steam from seventeen wooden bowls rose together into the high rafters of the main hall, mingling with the dry, rich scent of burning maple logs.Marcus ate with the quiet, deliberate focus of a man who had gone four days on nothing but dried parched corn and melted snow. He didn't rush, but every spoonful of the venison and root vegetable stew disappeared completely, followed by three thick wedges of warm crusty bread that he used to polish his wooden bowl until the grain shone.Sitting across from him on the pine bench, Nora watched him with a bright, luminous warmth in her eyes. "I told you, Marcus," she murmured, leaning her elbows on the ash wood table. "I told you when we parted at the dry riverbed that there was a place past the gorge where the hearth didn't go out."Marcus set his cherry-wood spoon down, taking a slow, long drink from a stoneware mug of hot herbal tea. The color had returned to his face, flushing the pale, hollow cheeks above his silver-streake
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 175. THE SMOKE AT THE SECOND FORK
ARIA'S POVBy three in the afternoon, the low winter sun began to dip behind the ragged limestone jaggedness of the western ridge, casting long, bruised-blue shadows across the white expanse of the valley floor.In the big kitchen, the air was thick with the rich, savory steam of a slow simmering venison and root vegetable stew. Elizabeth had added dried thyme, garlic, and two handfuls of small yellow potatoes from the cool cellar bins, letting the heavy cast-iron pot bubble gently over the dying embers of the hearth. The simple, honest smell filled the stone hall, a promise of warmth waiting for the men when they returned from the trail.Nora sat by the wide window, her fingers working steadily to knot leather thongs onto a set of iron ice-cleats Kat had helped her forge down in the shop before noon. She kept looking out toward the lower gap, her eyes tracking the quiet, snow-draped opening between the granite pillars."They've been gone three hours," Nora said quietly, setting th
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 15. THE NAME ON THE LIST
ELARAI did not let my face change when Lydia said his name.I had spent years learning to hold still while the ground moved underneath me and this was simply the hardest test of that skill I had ever faced.“Silas Thorne helped Victoria make your sister disappear,” I said.“His name is on the list
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 4. THE MAN WHO WATCHES
ELARA’S POV The next morning, I tried to act like everything was normal. I tied my apron and picked up my tray. I told myself I would not think about the note in my pocket and i would not think about the man who gave it to me, or the other man who should not have noticed me but did. The bell abo
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 2. THE NIGHT OF COLLISION
ELARA’ S POV The next place I stood felt nothing like home. The Grand Meridian Hotel glowed with wealth and power, and when I stepped inside, I felt like I had crossed into a different world where people like me only existed to serve and disappear. I kept my head down and held my tray steady as I
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 1. WHAT THE DIRT HIDES
ELARA’S POV The first thing I heard when I stepped through the door of my own home was laughter, and it did not belong to anyone I loved. I stood in the doorway of the small apartment on Crest Lane with my work shoes still on and my uniform smelling. Looking closer, I watched three women I h
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