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Rigg had made a large pot of cooked cereal and heated a half a loaf of bread in the oven. It wasnt fancy, but very filling. Sean put away enough cereal for three and even Marcail had seconds on cereal and toast. Kates hard night was catching up to her and the only thing she wanted seconds on was coffee.
Rigg refilled their cups and let himself really look at Kate for the first time that morning. She was in the chair nearest his. Her black dresses must have been in the wash because she was in a dark blue skirt and white blouse that accented her dark hair and eyes to the extent that Rigg could not look away. Kaitlins face began to warm under his regard and she knew she had to apologize now or she never would.
Mr. Riggs, Im very sorry about the way I acted last night when you were at our house. I hope youll forgive me.
Rigg smiled in a way that made Kates heart thunder. He wondered how long shed rehearsed that in her mind before gaining the courage to voice it.
It cant be easy moving and adjusting to a new job. I promise you, its forgotten. Rigg reached out and touched Kates hand where it lay on the table. It was a mistake. Kaitlins face registered shock and Rigg pulled back swiftly, feeling almost as though his hand had been burned.
Rigg was a physical person, in the sense that he was not afraid to touch a person to help convey his feelings. He hugged his parents and brothers often and it wasnt at all unusual for him to touch the arm or shoulder of the person to whom he was speaking. Most people responded well to his warmth.
But, Rigg reminded himself as he began to clear the table, it would be easy to give the wrong impression. And that is the last thing you want to do with Kaitlin Donovan.
The first thing he wanted to do, and knew that he couldnt, was to touch her hand again to see if it was as soft and warm as hed remembered.
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Not until the dishes were ready to be washed did Rigg notice how quiet Marcail had been throughout the meal. His heart softened at the sight of her; she was so small and vulnerable. The family resemblance could be seen in all three of them but where Sean and Kaitlin had a very sturdy look about them, Marcail was almost frail in comparison. Rigg had a soft spot for children and set out to charm this little girl, whom he guessed to be maybe six or seven.
Marcail, he asked her, if I get you a chair would you dry these dishes for me?
Sure, was the congenial reply.
They worked for a time in silence as Sean and Kate continued to clear the table and straighten the chairs. Kate offered to wash but Rigg refused.