*****Get a free book for Christmas just by signing up for my mailing list at the link below.***** www.subscribepage.com/lenalittle He has my attention. All. Of. It. He has since I turned about sixteen, but he never even seemed to notice me until these last few visits, which interestingly coincide with the time I turned eighteen. I’m trying to reason with myself that my dad’s blacksmith best friend wants me. He doesn’t. I’m just an inexperienced girl who’s projecting things that aren’t really there. He’s just protective of me. A big difference between looking out for your best friend’s daughter and actually being interested in her. So then why does he look at me like he wants to claim me? Make me his. A man who forges his name in iron next to mine? Yes, please. Tomorrow is promised to no one. I’ll show my dad I’m not his little girl anymore, and in the process show Braxton that I was meant to be his. Forever. No going back now.