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- Dear Marcail
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Too prim and proper? It was clearly a challenge; one that Kaitlin couldnt resist as Rigg stepped lightly up the ladder and then stood above looking at her. He watched as she grasped the ladder with both hands and began to climb. Rigg immediately dropped to his stomach to reach for her and in a few seconds Kate gasped when she found herself standing in hay up to her knees. Rigg still had hold of her arms and walked her away from the edge.
Hi Katie, isnt this fun? Marcail was rolling and hopping around, basically having the time of her life and all Kaitlin could do was stare.
She watched birds fly back and forth to their nests in the rafters and felt the temperature contrast from below. The aroma was wonderful and Kate breathed deeply and took a step. A second later she was flat on her face and could hear Riggs laughter as he stood above her.
Kate rolled and threw a handful of hay at him but it only blew back in her own face, causing Rigg to laugh all the harder.
Are you going to help me up or laugh all day? Kates voice was indignant. Rigg came down on his knees beside her and helped her to a sitting position.
His voice was soft as he pulled bits of straw from her hair. Still upset with me? Kate believed the question related to that morning and not the present. She was right.
Not upset, just disappointed.
Why didnt you ask me to take you to the Parkers?
I wanted you to offer. I wanted to feel like someone cared as much as I do.
Rigg was quiet a moment and then sat down facing her. He leaned one hand across her and rested it in the hay so he could bring his face very close.
I believe the caring is coming but it will never equal the way I care about you. Youre so innocent and you talk about going over to the Parkers as if youre going to see your grandmother. Its not the same. I fear for your safety because you dont. Do you understand what Im saying to you, Kaitlin?
Kate nodded. I wont go if you dont want me to.
Rigg knew what it cost her to say that and his eyes became so tender and loving Kate feared she might be kissed again. She wasnt sure she was ready for that. Riggs hand came up and with one finger he touched her chin.
Such a stubborn chin. His voice was loving and Kate watched as his head lowered.
Katie! Marcail called and Rigg stopped, his eyes on Kates.
I forgot she was up here, he said with a half smile, his voice soft.
Im kind of glad she is, Kate answered and grinned at him.