Laura took Aidan’s hand willingly, trusting he wouldn’t harm her. Her father would have called her a fool. Shaking off the sense of loathing his memory brought she focused on where Aidan was leading her.
“It’s been abandoned for years,” he said, drawing back a thick branch. “I’d love to try and get it working again.”
Stepping out into a small clearing Laura smiled at the sight of the rustic mill straddling the narrow creek. It was like something from a postcard.
“To do what?” She ran a hand along a sun warmed plank.
Aidan shrugged. “Maybe to just prove I can.”
I’m going back to an unfinished story of Love, Labor, and Loss