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And it almost happened a second time. Kates softly spoken words caused Rigg to finally look at her. She didnt return his gaze, giving Rigg a wonderful view of her profile. Rigg also didnt bother to correct her about how many times hed almost kissed her, times when shed been completely unaware of his intentions. Like when she brought the account books over for his inspection and he thought he would drown in the fresh smell of her hair. Or when they shared little moments, like doing the dishes together or how her face would flush with laughter over something hed teased her about. But for right now it was best to leave those times unmentioned.
Im not upset with you about the kiss but I dont think I want you to do it again unless you give me a chance to tell you no. The words were said sweetly and without rebuke. Rigg felt as though a great burden had been lifted from his heart.
I can appreciate that and Ill certainly honor your wishes.
My wishes, Kate thought, and almost laughed.
How many times had she wished Rigg would kiss her again or hold her in his arms? For a time she doubted that Rigg cared for her in a romantic way, but now she understood that he was taking his cue from her.
Maybe she was too stuffy for her own good because she just didnt know how to subtly let a man know she was interested in him. Once again Kate wished Mother or Father were here to talk with.
She thought of confiding in Aunt Maureen but didnt see how that was possible either. There was Maythey had grown closer each weekend they stayed there. But how did a woman ask the mother of the man she was interested in, how to show him
Kate couldnt even finish that thought. She realized that even if she had someone to ask, she wouldnt know the questions.
Marcail was picked up without fuss and Rigg was as sweet as ever when he delivered them home. Marcail had to fall asleep with the lantern burning because Kate was writing to Father.
Dear Father,
I wish you were here more than I can say. Ive always been able to tell you how I feel and I wont hesitate now. I think Im in love.
I say think, because I have no idea what it feels like to be in love. I was never one of those girls who spent much time daydreaming about the type of man Id marry. I mean, I thought of it certainly, but just in passing. And then, wham, right out of the blue, Im looking at Rigg in a whole new light.
At one time he made me furious every time we were together. But now Im disappointed when he leaves and ecstatic when I know Ill see him again. Hes so tender with me; and not just me but Sean and Marc too.