Samantha yelped. After a stunned pause she charged into the shed. She circled the room once, not sure what to look at first.“How did you know what to get?” With a stunned glance back at Elijah, Samantha’s eyes followed the flue that extended down from the ceiling and landed on a Kokomo pot furnace.A freaking Kokomo pot furnace. Those things were hellishly expensive. Add to that the top-of-the-line tools—the steel blowpipes, the pontils, the shaping tools. And the sacks of glass melt. And the colorants.And the soundproofing, she thought as she registered the intense heat in the room and the roar of the furnaces. She hadn’t heard even a hint of the deafening sound of the furnaces from outside.He had spent a fortune on a top-notch art studio for her. She just couldn’t believe it was because he wanted one of her sculptures that badly.“I did some research. Looking at you naked distracts the hell out of me, but I still want a sculpture from your hands.” Elijah’s voice was husky, and Samantha felt heat pool low in her belly when she looked over her shoulder and found him coming toward her.For once Samantha had no words, her mouth becoming dry as cotton as he approached.
