The Marriage Bargain. Angel Moore
held new meaning as they stood talking about her things. Things she hadn’t thought she’d share with anyone. Things she’d brought to make her comfortable in her new home. Nothing was turning out as she’d planned.
She remembered a verse in Proverbs. “In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths.” Her faith in God would have to sustain her now. There was no course except to move forward as she’d agreed.
“We can move those things another day. If you don’t mind, we can just get my clothes and personal items today. Perhaps Tucker can help with the furniture later.”
Edward shuffled from one foot to another. He must be as nervous as she was. “That’s good.” He dipped his head and looked over his shoulder at the cabin. “I’ll just be on my way, then.”
He turned and took a step. Not knowing she was going to do it before it happened, Lily reached for his arm. He stilled and turned back to her.
“I know this isn’t what either of us thought we’d be doing today.” When he looked at her hand on his arm, she dropped it. “I hope we can make this work without everything being uncomfortable or awkward.”
His thin lips curled into a half smile. He really was a giant of a man. Tall and broad with all the strength she imagined a blacksmith would need to do his job. But the softness of the smile and the way his almost-black eyes twinkled was a pleasant surprise. “No promises about not feeling awkward for a while. I haven’t shared my home with another living soul until Ellen came to live with me a few months ago. I’m not quite sure you and I will see eye to eye on everything. It’s a big adjustment to get to know someone new. I’m guessing we complicated it more than a little bit by getting married before we could do that.”
She felt herself smiling in return. “That’s a wise observation, Mr. Stone. I’m sure you’re right.”
“That’s what I mean.”
The smile faded and she asked, “What?”
“Mr. Stone? Really? Is that how you intend to address me?”
She gave a small chuckle. “I see. No. I don’t think that will do any longer.” She drew back her shoulders and took hold of her future with all her strength. “Edward, I’ll be about a half hour preparing my things to move into our home. If you’d be so good as to meet me in the shop after you’ve finished preparing a space for me, I’ll be most grateful.”
She gave a little giggle. “How was that?”
He laughed in a deep tone. “That’s just fine.” He nodded. “Just fine, indeed.”
When he headed for the cabin, she entered the shop. As she climbed the stairs to the home she’d only spent two nights in, she marveled that it would be the only two nights of her life spent as an independent woman.
Her dream of a shop wasn’t dead. She wouldn’t let it die. But her independence was over. She prayed for God to help her as she packed away the things she’d so carefully placed in her new home. When she’d asked for a new life, she wasn’t prepared for this twist. God would have to light her path, because it was one she’d never dreamed would be hers.
In one major event, she’d gone from Lily Warren, milliner and shop owner, to Lily Stone, milliner, shop owner, wife and mother.
Edward tossed his dirty clothes into a pile by the bedroom door. His cabin wasn’t grand, but it wasn’t small. If he’d built it himself, it would not have had two bedrooms, but the house was part of the deal when he’d bought his blacksmith shop from the previous owner. As soon as he was old enough, he’d moved out on his own to escape the stepmother his father had brought home shortly after his dear mother had died. She’d given no affection to him or Jane. Time and again he’d wished his father had never married her. Finding work as an apprentice to the town blacksmith had given him a purpose and place in life.
Eventually he’d nurtured a vague hope of one day having a family of his own. But over the years, he’d found it safer to retreat alone at night into the sanctuary of his home. His mistrust of women in general was based on years of watching his father’s wife take advantage of his father. Her sweet facade had quickly faded after she’d convinced his father to marry her. She’d never truly loved him and had been horrid to Edward and Jane. Nothing they did was ever good enough for her. She’d settled into their home as mistress and ordered them about in her aloof manner, as though she felt them beneath her care or attention. Jane had been too young when she married, but until Wesley had whisked her away to Santa Fe, Edward had thought it was for the best.
Edward stripped the linens from the bed and added them to the pile by the door. A small crate from the back porch would suffice for his personal items. He put his shaving cup and brush in and then tossed in the small mirror from the top of his chest of drawers. He pulled a rag from his back pocket and took a swipe at the dust on top of the furniture.
Backing up in the doorway, he took a last look around. Not what he’d have done in normal circumstances for bringing home a wife, but it was the best he could manage in the half hour she’d allotted him. He stowed the small crate in a corner near the stove and gathered up the laundry. He tossed it onto the workbench on the back porch and headed back into the front room.
A light rapping sounded on the door, and his breath caught. He was doing this for Ellen. She needed a mother. Life might be upside down, but that little girl would always have a home with him.
He lifted the latch on the door and pulled it open. Lily stood in the street at the bottom of the porch steps. She must have knocked and backed as far away as she could.
He dragged his palms down the sides of his pants. “Hi.”
Pink color soaked into Lily’s cheeks. She really was a beautiful lady. At this moment, she must be just as nervous as he was. “Hello.”
Edward stepped through the doorway. “Did you get everything packed?”
“Everything I’ll need until we can move the furniture.” She didn’t look at him.
He reached inside the cabin and took his hat from the peg by the door. “Okay. I’ll go get everything, then.” He pushed the hat onto his head and walked down the porch steps.
She hesitated. “Would you mind if I took a look inside first?”
“Inside the cabin?”
“Yes. I want to see how much space there is, so I can decide what to bring and what to leave behind.”
“Oh.” He took the hat off again. “That makes sense.” He shrugged his shoulders and lifted an arm to invite her up the steps. He heard a thump and turned to see the door of the livery open. Jim Robbins stood in front of his place and made no effort to hide his interest in the goings-on at Edward’s house. Edward turned and looked up the street. Mrs. Winters was sweeping the sidewalk in front of the post office. He pivoted and saw Will Thomas in the doorway of the lumber mill.
Edward put his hat back on and took Lily by the elbow. “It seems we’re being watched.”
She followed his gaze and saw the obvious interest their neighbors were showing. She giggled like a schoolgirl. It was a light sound, like water over rocks in a stream in summertime. “You’d think there was a fire or something.”
He chuckled. “One would think so.”
“What should we do? Wave? Or ignore them.”
He drew in a breath. “Do you trust me?”
“I believe I’ve proved that already. After all, I did marry you less than an hour ago.”
Mr. Croft walked by on the street and tipped his hat. He made a show of greeting Mr. Robbins when he arrived at the livery.
Edward leaned in close. “What