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One street away Kate wished for sleep. Shed confessed her actions to the Lord and knew that in the morning she had to make it right with Mr. Riggs.
Outside of that, the only reason sleep wouldnt come was because she was freezing. After sundown the temperature had plummeted. Now in bed with only the lightest of blankets to cover them, the only warm spot on her was where Marcail was snuggled up against her.
She felt Marcail shiver and pulled her a little closer. She sighed in the darkness. It looked like it was going to be a long night.
seventeen
The next morning Rigg awoke with a start. With everything Sean had told him, hed completely forgotten to ask about the Donovans financial state. It had been greatly on his mind when he left that small house where hed seen two people sharing a spoon and all three of them eating from the same pot.
The next thing Rigg thought of made him sit up and reach for his pants. Santa Rosas nights were very cold and he hadnt noticed any blankets.
Rigg was glad to see Sean up when he walked into the kitchen from his own room. He came right to the point.
Good morning, Sean. I wanted to ask you something last night and it completely slipped my mind. Do you and your sisters have enough money?
Sean felt uncomfortable about the question, as though answering would be hinting that he wanted a higher salary from the mercantile.
Well, Kate and I really havent started to work yet. Well be fine as soon as payday comes.
Rigg began making coffee and thought how nicely hed evaded the question. But Rigg was not to be put off.
What about right now, Sean? Do you have enough money for right now?
We have a little.
How much? Rigg asked and was thinking, When you break your rule about other peoples business Rigg, you break it good.
Sean could see that he wanted an answer but still he hesitated. Riggs chest, just as tan as his face, became the focal point of Seans unseeing stare as he tried to think of what to say. Rigg was silent for a full minute.
His hand moved over the hair on his chest and he smiled. Sean, buddy, what are you staring at? The amusement in Riggs voice brought Seans attention back and Rigg tried another tactic.
Do you know how much money you have, or does Kaitlin keep track?
I know.
Is it enough to get you through until one of you is paid?
No sir. The voice was quiet and resigned.
Rigg nodded. What Id like you to do, Sean, is run over and ask your sisters to come for breakfast. You dont need to rush them because I havent even shaved. That way your sisters will have a meal and Ill have some time to think.