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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Oh Katie, can you believe how nice they are? And they dont hurt at all, Marcail said without ever taking her eyes off her new shoes.
Your sister is so pleased shes speechless. Riggs arm went briefly around Kate and he gave her a warning squeeze.
Rigg knew that she wanted to argue, but he silently tipped her chin so she had to look at him. With a small shake of his head he told her to be quiet and then went over to scoop Marcail up in his arms. She was so delighted with the shoes she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him with all her strength.
Rigg laughed in delight and turned to see Kate staring, as though seeing him for the first time.
Whats the matter Katie? Marcail asked cheerfully, finally looking at her.
Nothing. The answer was rather faint and she tried to smile. She looked at the man holding her sister and wondered if they needed to talk. He was being presumptuous again, but Kates feelings were different this time and she recognized that fact.
Without really knowing how Rigg did it, Kate found herself out the door and on her way home, a few minutes later. He had assured Kaitlin hed get rid of Marcails old shoes. Kate had supper well under way before she remembered she hadnt bought any buttons.
thirty-seven
Kaitlin woke the next morning with an awful premonition that Rigg was going to do something about her salary. She didnt want to get anyone in trouble period. Kate was convinced that Mr. Carson must have had a reason for his actions.
Knowing there would be no time to go and see Rigg before school, Kate planned on going to the mercantile immediately after. She was pleasantly surprised when he walked into the schoolhouse moments after she dismissed school for the day.
Hello. His deep voice and pleased smile nearly made Kate forget what she was going to ask him. How was your day?
It was great. Kaitlin felt herself blushing and wished she had better self control.
I came by because I wanted to ask you something. Riggs eyes were watchful. He needed to gauge how she was doing to know how she would respond to his question.
Im glad you did because I wanted to tell you something too.
All right. You go first. Rigg sat on the bench at the front, crossing his arms over his chest.
Yesterday, well, I got to thinking that you might go to someone about my salary and I dont want you to do that. I know you were upset but I think Mr. Carson must have had a reason to do what he did and I dont want to file a complaint or anything like that.
Im sorry you feel that way, Kaitlin, because its too late. I spoke with my dad this morning.
Oh no, Kaitlin sighed and sank down into the chair behind her desk.