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- About the Author
If youre worried about us working alone in the office, well, its very open. Anyone in the front-half of the store can look up and see all the way to the back wall. Ill have another desk brought in and, actually, if youre doing my book work, freeing me up for things on the floor, I shouldnt have to be underfoot very often.
In his next breath Rigg told her what he would pay, along with offering an employee discount on items in the store. Kates mind reeled.
What about my father? His face suddenly sprang up in her mind. I dont have any idea when hell be back or where hell want to live. I wouldnt want to leave you without help.
Rigg had already considered this and knew that hed ask Kaitlin to marry him on the spot before hed ever let her up and walk away.
Well, I dont have any help with the books now, so however much time you can give me will surely help. Dont let that stop you from taking the job. Well cross that bridge when we come to it.
May I let you know?
Certainly. Rigg stood. Take your time and just tell me when youve decided.
Kate thanked him and he left a few minutes later.
Youre going to tell him yes, arent you?
Marcail Donovan! You were eavesdropping!
Yes, I guess I was, Marcail admitted from her place outside. She poked her head through the window that sat to the side of Kaitlins desk. Rigg must have known she was there all along.
What are you standing on? Kate knew she wasnt that tall.
A box.
Well, get down before you fall and dont do that again. Kaitlin tried to sound stern but the truth was she was so pleased she couldnt scold anyone.
A job at the mercantile! It was something shed never considered. A moment later Kate found herself almost wishing that her father wouldnt return right away and then instantly felt guilty for the thought.
She stopped then and there to pray for her father, wherever he was. As always it was a comfort to know that God knew his location and loved him more than she ever could.
Unfortunately, knowing God was in control did not lessen the pain of their separation. Kaitlin bit her lip even as she wondered if he was still alive. My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, the verse came softly to Kate and she closed her eyes against a sudden rush of tears.
Oh God, she prayed, help me to go on without knowing. I wish he was here but I want to trust You.
What are you doing Kate? The question came from her brother, who had entered quietly.
I was praying and trying to find some peace about Father. Kate was not prepared for the angry look that came over Seans face.
Sean, what is it?