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- About the Author
Rigg gave Sean no chance to question him as he put the coffee pot on the stove and returned to his bedroom.
Sean found Kate and Marcail still in bed. He let himself in quietly and called Katies name.
Oh, Sean, we must have overslept. It was cold in here last night.
It still is cold, Sean thought and knew they would have to do something to make this house a home.
Hi, Sean, his little sister spoke up from her place beneath the covers.
Hi, Marc. Listen you guys, Rigg sent me over to ask you to breakfast.
Kaitlin hesitated.
Hes got hot coffee.
The covers were whipped back and Kate jumped out of bed wearing both nightgowns and her robe. Sean stepped outside so they could dress.
Kate thought Riggs house was beautiful. It was a rambling two-story painted a pale yellow. The front door put them directly in the living room, without an entry way or foyer. At the far end of the living room was an archway that showed a large dining table. Off the bottom of the stairs was a door and Sean led his family in to see his room. It was spacious with a full bed and dresser, a washstand and small table with a lamp.
Kate looked with some envy at the lamp. They didnt have one, so when the sun left the sky and darkness descended, Kate and Marcail were plunged into blackness. Kate had joked with her sister that they would have to wait for a full moon before they could move around without stubbing their toes.
When they again passed the stairway to exit Seans room, he told them that the upstairs was closed because Rigg never used it. Back into the living room and through the dining area, Sean took them to the kitchen.
There were several doors leading off the kitchen, one was a pantry, one took you to the backyard and one led to Riggs bedroom. But Kate didnt see any of these because her attention was centered on the man standing at the stove.
Riggs pants were black and his shirt was snow white with a black string tie at the collar. His features were almost severe with his hawk-like gaze and aquiline nose. He would have been a little frightening if those beautiful gray eyes hadnt been so kind.
Good morning, he greeted the newcomers. Coffee? He held the pot toward Kate.
Please. Kaitlin wanted to say more but he had come very close to hand her a mug and after the way shed acted the night before, she was embarrassed.
Rigg prayed for the meal and Kate knew in an instant that he was a believer. It took such a load off her mind about Sean staying in this house that she wanted to weep.