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193. THE FIRST GREEN SPROUTS
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My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 194. THE UNPACKING AT THE KILNS
THEO'S POVThe salt wind carried the sharp tang of tidal mud and old woodsmoke as a crowd gathered in the open yard by the brick kilns. Thirty two people men, women, and wide-eyed children wrapped in patched wool and oilskin stood in a wide, silent circle around the four tethered pack mules.Old Peter dropped his iron rod into the gravel, his trembling, dirt-stained hands reaching out to touch the smooth, oiled leather of the pack-saddles."We haven't seen a pack mule down from the pass in five winters," Peter whispered, looking up at Marcus as if seeing a ghost made real. "We thought the upper trails were washed out, or...""Or that the fires up there went out," Marcus finished gently. He reached for the heavy leather cinch of the lead mule, unbuckling the diamond-hitch strap. "The fires didn't go out, Peter. They've been burning high and bright since the winter the harbor fell."David and I stepped forward, hoisting the first heavy cedar chest off the mule's flank and setting it d
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 193. THE FIRST GREEN SPROUTS
ARIA'S POVThe mountain valley was unusually quiet without the steady clatter of the pack mules and the deep, low rumble of Theo’s voice down in the yard.Yet the silence was not hollow, it was filled with the vibrant, rhythmic hum of spring.Up on the second terrace level, the south-facing beds we had turned and planted four days ago had transformed under the warm midday sun. Tiny, emerald-green needles of early spinach and tender red-veined radish shoots were breaking through the dark, crumbly soil, standing in neat, delicate rows against the moist earth.Nora knelt on a sheepskin rug between the furrows, her wicker basket beside her as she used a small horn spatula to gently loosen the soil around a cluster of sprouted garlic. She worked with an unhurried, rhythmic care, flicking away small river stones and carefully sifting dark leaf-mold compost around the fragile stalks."Look at them, Aria," Nora whispered, a broad, radiant smile brightening her face. "Four days out of the wi
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 192. THE SMOKE OF PORT MERCER
THEOBy mid-afternoon, the high red sandstone walls of the gorge began to flatten into low, granite-ribbed hills, and the rushing roar of the Blackwater softened into a deep, sluggish river current.Then came the salt.A stiff breeze swept up from the south, carrying the unmistakable, sharp tang of the ocean mixed with the low, heavy dampness of tidal mudflats. The four mules lifted their heads, their ears twitching as they caught the scent of sea-spray for the first time in years.We turned the final bend of the canyon trail, stepping out from beneath the canopy of ancient hemlocks onto a high grassy ridge overlooking the bay.Below us lay the ruins of Port Mercer. Six years of neglect had laid heavy hands on the old coastal settlement. The broad timber docks had mostly collapsed into the grey surf, their blackened pilings standing like broken teeth against the tide. The grand brick warehouses near the harbor were roofless shells, their copper gutters long stripped and their iron
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 191. THE GAP AT THE BLACKWATER
THEO'S POVThe morning brought a heavy, clinging river fog that turned the bottom of the gorge into a ghost world of grey water and dripping hemlock.We broke camp at first light, dousing the hearth coals with stream water until the sandstone overhang was cold and clean. By eight o'clock, the sun began to break through the mist, turning the river into a shimmering sheet of liquid lead.Three miles south of the bluffs, the canyon narrowed sharply into the Blackwater Cut a steep, jagged gorge where the old rail line and the lower wagon road used to squeeze side by side above the rapids.Marcus stopped fifty yards ahead of the lead mule, raising his hand to halt the train. "Theo! Bring the pry-bars!"David and I hurried forward, stepping around a slide of loose slate.Where the old timber trestle bridge should have spanned the thirty-foot gap over the rushing Blackwater Creek, there was only empty air and two sheared oak pilings sticking out of the mud. The center span had been torn ou
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 190. THE FIRE AT THE BLUFFS
THEO'S POVThe descent out of the high gorge was a steady, grinding progression of steep switchbacks and loose shale. By four in the afternoon, the pale, jagged granite of the upper range finally gave way to the smooth, water carved red sandstone of the lower river basin.The air changed here. The crisp, biting pine-scent of our high mountain valley was replaced by the heavy, damp smell of river mud, ancient moss, and decaying hemlock."Watch the footing on the shale shelf!" I called back over my shoulder, keeping a tight grip on the lead mule’s rope as she picked her way over a narrow, rain slicked ledge. "Keep the chests angled toward the rock wall."David tapped the flank of the second mule with his hickory stick, guiding the heavy load of iron safely past the drop off. Behind him, Marcus walked with a steady, ground eating stride, his eyes scanning the familiar, jagged silhouettes of the canyon walls.As the sun dipped behind the western ridge, casting the gorge into deep, viole
My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis 189. THE FIRST FOOTSTEPS SOUTH
ARIA'S POVThe sky above the eastern ridge was a pale, translucent pearlescent grey when the four pack mules clattered out of the stone barn courtyard.The morning air bit sharp and clean, holding a crisp spring frost that turned our breath into soft, drifting plumes of white steam. The four grey mules walked in a disciplined, single-file line, their iron shod hooves striking the damp gravel with a steady tink-tink-tink. On their flanks, the seven cedar trade chests seared deep with the mark of the open door sat firm and motionless under the tightened diamond hitches.Theo led the train, his broad oilskin coat unbuttoned at the neck, his heavy leather gloves gripping the lead rope of the lead mule. Behind him walked David, carrying his hickory staff, while Marcus brought up the rear, his face transformed by a quiet, radiant purpose that seemed to erase ten years of weariness from his shoulders.The entire household had gathered along the lower gravel terrace to see them off.Elizab
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
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
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