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Gil asked how the whole thing had come about, and Kaitlin learned for the first time how Sean had been in the kitchen and emerged to translate what shed said. She thanked him from across the room with a grateful look.
As the evening grew long, Kate began to wilt. She wondered if it was normal to tell people so soon. Everyone had very logical questions for them and they had no answers. Kate hoped they would leave a little early so they could talk. She hadnt even had a chance to tell Rigg that she loved him.
Feeling teary all over again, Kate mentally scolded herself. Hell change his mind Kate, if you dont pull yourself together. Kate never took into account that she was tired for several good reasons. It was the end of the week, the emotional upheaval of hearing her father was being delayed again and going to Rigg to tell him how she felt only to make a mess of the whole thing.
She told herself that Riggs proposal and her acceptance just might have a bearing on her physical and emotional state as well. And if all that wasnt enough, she had completely forgotten to eat supper!
Bill noticed that Kate hadnt touched her cake or coffee and his voice came softly to her from his place next to her on the couch.
Katie, are you all right?
I dont think I am, but I dont know why. She felt tears at the back of her eyes, but she was too tired to let them fall.
Rigg had heard his fathers question and Kates answer. He was feeling rather drained himself and, even though he knew his family would be disappointed, he said it was time to go.
Sean had to work in the morning but said he wanted to stay at the farm with Nate. Marcail wanted to stay, too, and Rigg was quietly thankful to get his intended alone.
We didnt eat supper, Rigg commented when they were almost to the house.
No, I guess we didnt.
Kate was silent as Rigg stopped the wagon and helped her down. She wondered why she wasnt out of her head with excitement. They were leaning against the side of the wagon and Rigg had his arm around Kate. She let her head fall against him.
I dont know whats wrong with me.
Were both tired. There are a million things to talk about, but I think theyll wait until morning.
I think so, too. Kate moved from his embrace and stopped just out of reach. Youre probably too tired to kiss me, so Ill see you in the morning. Good night Rigg.
Kates hand was on the doorknob when Riggs hand covered her own, stopping her retreat into the house. She tipped her head back to look at him and he could see she was smiling.
I said I was tired, Kate-love, not dead.
Kaitlin laughed and said softly, I love you Marshall Riggs.