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What? Kate asked softly, looking at Rigg in open curiosity. Rigg wished he could hide somewhere. He had planned on telling her that hed carried her to bed when they were celebrating their tenth anniversary and not before.
How did you know? Kaitlin pressed him, thinking that she would have to speak to Sean about sharing such private matters without her permission.
Rigg, seeing that she was waiting, took a deep breath and told Kaitlin hed carried her to bed. He watched her eyes grow very round before she drew herself up in her teachers stance, finger in the air, mouth open to speak. But Rigg cut her off.
There you go. Getting all prim and proper on me again. We were getting along just fine and now youre the teacher again.
Kate was so surprised a slight breeze could have pushed her over. But she was quick to recover.
Mr. Riggs she began, only to hear Rigg interrupt again.
You start at the store tomorrow and I dont want to be addressed as Mr. Riggs. He watched Kates chin go into the air but he was equally as determined. Youve called me Rigg once. I suppose when you forgot to be your prim and proper self, so Ill expect to be called Rigg from now on.
I never
Yes, you did.
They stood in stony silence for a moment before Kate saw that Marcail was no longer swinging but standing within earshot.
Can we go see the barn? her voice was tentative and Kate drummed up a smile to let her know everything was all right. Rigg joined them and Kate wondered if Marcail could feel the tension in the air. She watched as Marcail touched the velvety noses of the Taylors horses and then climbed up into the buggy seat. When she moved to the ladder that led to the hayloft Kate called her back.
Its very safe, Rigg assured them both and Kate gave her permission. She stared up anxiously while standing at the bottom of the ladder. Rigg watched her face as Marcail climbed.
Now whos forgetting shes nine? His voice was amused and Kate laughed at being found out. Marcail climbed with no problem and disappeared over the side.
This really would have been a wonderful place to grow up, Mr. Riggs, Kate said as she looked around. I almost envy you.
Rigg could see that she hadnt addressed him that way deliberately; it had become a habit. He moved around her and stepped up to the first rung of the ladder. He turned, holding on with his right hand and reaching for Kaitlin with his left. He spoke after he had her jaw in his palm.
Im going up to see Marc. And Kaitlin, he paused to make sure she was listening. If you call me Mr. Riggs again, Ill kiss you. With a look that said he hoped she would, he turned back to the ladder.