Foretelling His Future: A Steamy Scottish Medieval Historical Romance by Ann Marie Scott

Author:Ann Marie Scott [Scott, Ann Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-07-10T00:00:00+00:00

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Elvira took a deep breath as she knocked on the door. It had been a day since her rescue, and much had been on her mind. Mostly, these thoughts consisted of Rory. Her opinion of him had changed dramatically, and she wished to thank him for saving her. Thus, she had brought to the forge a basket of meat, cheese, bread, and fruit from the tavern. At first, there was no answer. Elvira knocked again, and then pressed her head to the door. She heard hammering sounds, and assumed that Rory had been unable to hear her. The door opened when she tested it, and she entered.

She closed the door behind her and then turned to see Rory at the forge, his back to her. Elvira’s throat tightened as she had not expected to see him like this. He wore no shirt, his blonde hair tousled. The sinews and knotted muscles of his back were exposed, his body thick and powerful, packed with strength. This was not the strength of a warrior forged in combat, but the hard strength of a man who had poured himself into his craft for years and years. Broad shoulders led to long arms with thick biceps. When Rory brought his hammer up, Elvira’s gaze was caught by the rounded muscle, swelling with strength, and she became light-headed. It seemed as though it was getting hotter in the forge with every passing moment. Her throat felt dry and her lips parted. Rory’s body was slick with sweat, glistening in the light of the forge. All the hard angles were well-defined, as though someone had taken care to craft this man, leaving nothing of excess on his body at all.

Elvira was not sure how long she remained standing there. She seemed lost in a trance, until a cat ran towards her and started to slide between her legs, mewing loudly. Elvira expressed her surprise in a gasp, as she had not noticed any movement, for her focus had been on Rory. She bent down to stroke the cat, but her gasp had been heard by Rory, who turned, displaying his wide chest. Curled hair dripped with sweat and his flat stomach rippled with strength. Elvira felt her knees growing weak at the sight, so she averted her gaze to protect herself.

“Oh, Elvira, I dinnae notice ye there,” Rory said.

“I knocked, but there was nae response.”

“Ah, sorry about that. Sometimes when I get tae hammering I cannae hear anything else. It’s easy tae shut the world out. Can I help ye? Is everything well at the tavern? There hae nae been any suspicious men hanging about, hae there?” concern flashed upon Rory’s face, the boyish features giving way to a harder glare.

Elvira shook her head and rose, moving towards a table. The cat followed her and leaped up on the table, nuzzling Elvira’s hand.

“Nae, naething like that. I just wanted tae bring ye a gift of gratitude for what ye did.”

“Oh, ye dinnae hae tae dae that,” Rory came towards her, the light illuminating more of his body.

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