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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Sean Donovan
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
All of these seemingly simple pleasures, such as reading a newspaper and having time to themselves were working wonders in the hearts of the Donovan children. Daily they felt the pain of their loss and the separation from their father, but also daily, God was their comfort. And not having extra emotional burdens was more beneficial than even they realized, but Maureen saw it and knew shed handled things the right way. There was a little something bothering her, nagging just at the back of her mind, but she couldnt quite put her finger on it. The children were fairly happy and eating well and she told herself she was worrying over nothing.
Unfortunately the secure world that Maureen had gone to such lengths to create for her nieces and nephew was about to be destroyed.
All four of the cousins were in the library reading one morning; Percy had joined them in an attempt to be near Kaitlin. He held the paper in such a way that he could watch her surreptitiously. He couldnt believe that black hair. It haunted him. And those eyes, deep brown and set in a face with perfect skin. Her skin was a bit darker than he was used to, but all the more beguiling because of that fact.
Even in an unbecoming black dress, Kaitlin had the best figure Percy had seen in a long time. A desire to hold her in his arms was clouding his already poor judgment. He was sure shed never experienced passion of any kind and he was equally sure if he could just hold and kiss her she would awaken to a love for him that would have her falling at his feet.
Percy really believed on this day that he could wait it out, wait for her to put aside her paper and then invite her to go for a drive with him. But it was not to be. How they could all sit and read for hours was beyond him. When he could stand it no longer he came swiftly to his feet.
Would anyone care to go for a walk? His voice was curt but it was lost on the readers.
Not just now, but thanks, Percy, Sean answered distractedly.
Percy was furious that Kaitlin had not even heard him. He tossed his head to show his irritation but Kate didnt look up until he slammed the door on his exit.
Kaitlins surprised eyes met those of Seans, who only shrugged in equal puzzlement. They were both headed back to their papers when Marcail said quietly, Hes in love with you, Katie.
Who is? Kate questioned in genuine ignorance.
Cousin Percy.
Kaitlin waited a moment for Marcail to smile and tell her she was joking but it didnt happen. The little girl was serious. A frisson of alarm shot through Kate and she looked over at Sean to see that he was just as surprised.
Why do you say that, Marc? Kaitlin asked cautiously.