Stitched in Love by Thorne Isabella

Author:Thorne, Isabella [Thorne, Isabella]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
Publisher: Mikita Associates
Published: 2019-05-05T16:00:00+00:00

7

James watched Miss Merton walk up the drive and around the old castle that was the family seat of the Duke of Kilmerstan. He remained there for a moment, holding his horse and thinking how foolish he had been. Why had he even asked Miss Merton if he should wait on her return? For a moment, he considered doing it anyway. No, that would not do, he thought, she would be upset with him for having ignored her wishes.

She was a very forthright young woman. He sighed deeply and smiled bitterly. How odd it was that he now found himself concerned with the seamstress’ little sister and her opinion of him. Though he had known her all her life, he had never before realized how bright and curious she was, nor how brave and plucky. So preoccupied was he with his own thoughts, that he had nearly forgot his initial purpose for having come such a long way up to Kilmerstan Castle. He was shortly reminded when he saw the stable master approaching him.

“Ah, James.” The man said, walking towards him in a brisk manner. “Delivering old Delilah,” the stable master patted the horse gently. “I take it she didn’t give you any trouble with the shoeing?”

“No Sir.”

“Unlike that horse this morning,” he said.

“Heard about that did you?” James said as he passed over the mare.

“I did.”

James gave a harrumph. He figured by now the whole village knew of his incompetence.

“And I heard how that wild little Merton girl caught him for you.”

“I’ll not hear any aspersions against her name,” the blacksmith said darkly.

“Oh,” the stable master said, surprised. “Is that how it is?”

“It is,” the blacksmith said, realizing suddenly that was exactly how it was. He wanted to give her the protection of his name…and his body. The thought raced through him like the heat of his forge and he cleared his throat.

“Do you also have the wares that Her Grace commissioned?” the stable master asked

“Right.” James replied, shaking off his pensive gaze and turning to rummage through his saddlebags for the package.

He handed the package off to the stable master, who was inquisitively looking in the direction of the castle proper.

“Miss Merton” he said, subtly nodding in the direction where Phoebe disappeared before the corner of the high rising edifice. “She’s a spirited one, is she not?”

James Brassey did not know that he liked another man calling her spirited, but he had to agree.

“Ay. She’s a proper seamstress now,” the stable master said. “Coming down with her sister to fix her ladyship’s dresses or some such, but I remember when my brother and I used to dare her to ride with us.” He shook his head. “She was always up for a dare, no matter what it was. She was such a rag tag child, but now… She may be easy on the eyes, but she’s still quite the odd one,” the stable master remarked.

“Perhaps, what you call odd. I call remarkable. ” James replied, “I can say

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