Chapter Four
Fiona woke to a bright sun streaming through the curtains of a small room. The bed she slept in was covered with a lace edged coverlet she would never have expected at the blacksmith’s home. There were other delicate things in the room, a lovely carved chest, a fine porcelain vase, and a thick rug by the bed that belonged in some gentleman’s home, not Joshua Kane’s.
When the burly blacksmith had carried her away on his horse the night before, the rain had penetrated her clothes, and he threw his own cloak around her shoulders to protect her. The ride to his home was far longer that she anticipated. When they arrived at the quaint cottage, both were soaked to the skin. Inside the warmth of his house, Joshua had lent her one of his white night shirts and a robe to use for the
