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Kaitlin, so obviously Seans sister, was a model of tenderness. Charlie had apologized about falling asleep, but all Kaitlin did was laugh and hug her again. She then went on to tell Charlie some great stories about the way she had behaved when she was expecting, putting Charlie so at ease that she laughed until she had tears in her eyes.
Beautiful was the only word Charlie could mentally formulate to describe Marcail Donovan. Kaitlin was extremely attractive, but Marcails exquisite features and huge dark eyes were so fetching that Charlie caught herself staring on more than one occasion. Marcail had a genuine desire to help, and her lovely mouth would draw into a smile at the slightest provocation. Her frame and height were petite. Charlie, who never considered herself tall, found that Marcail looked up to her.
The last to come under Charlies scrutiny were Gretchen and Molly. The sight of them caused Charlie to smile. Both girls were darling, with big dark eyes and the coal-black hair that seemed to be the hallmark of this family. They were perfect little ladies at the breakfast table. Since Gretchen was only four and Molly was just two, Charlie mentally congratulated Rigg and Kate for the work that must have gone into the last years.
There was a bit of a squabble in the wagon on the way to church, showing Charlie that the girls were not always so well behaved. But their quick response when reprimanded, and the way they snuggled close to their Uncle Sean and Aunt Charlotte as if they had known them for years, was enough to win over even the hardest of hearts, let alone one like Charlies that was waiting to love them.
Charlie desperately tried to keep the names of everyone she had met clear in her mind. So many from Riggs family had come to meet her that she was beginning to think that he was somehow related to the entire church.
Were all going to Taylors for lunch, Sean told her as the wagon pulled out of the church yard.
Riggs family?
Right.
Which ones were they? Charlie looked very worried.
Sean took her hand and squeezed it. Dont try to remember. Theyll understand if you need to ask their names.
Charlie wasnt at all convinced, and with Molly trying to get Seans attention, he missed the look of distress on his wifes face.
Its all a little overwhelming, isnt it?
Charlie turned and found one of Riggs brothers smiling down at her. He joined her on the sofa, and Charlie gave him a tired smile.
Ive never had any trouble with names before, Charlie stated apologetically.
Im Gilbert Taylor, Riggs brother, and please dont apologize, Gil forestalled her.