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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
Marcail was given no chance to thank Alex for his help before she was pulled across the grass to the area where everyone had placed their blankets. When Rowie stopped to look around, Marcail gently disengaged her arm.
Which blanket is yours?
I was sitting with the Warrens.
Rowies head spun around so quickly to face Marcail that she thought he might have hurt himself.
You like one of the Warren boys?
Marcail blinked at the aggressiveness in his voice. Allie and I are friends, she explained calmly.
Again she watched him relax. She could tell he was going to take her arm again and drag her off to who-knows-where, so Marcail turned and walked with steely determination to the Warrens blanket.
Mr. and Mrs. Warren were already seated on the blanket. Seth Porter, a man Marcail had not met, bought Allies lunch. He and Allie were headed their way. Allie introduced Marcail to Seth, and they talked for just a few moments. Marcail immediately noted the excited gleam in Allies eyes and the lovely blush on her cheeks each time Seth looked in her direction.
Everyone was in high spirits as they began to eat, but Marcail soon discovered that this lunch was going to be work. Rowie sat as close to her as she would allow. She did her best to keep her small basket between them. He didnt have much to say, but she felt his eyes on her much of the time. When he wasnt watching Marcail, he was looking at the other people on the quilt as though he wished they would disappear into another state.
Logan, who had not bid on anyone elses lunch, stared at Marcail also, putting something of a damper on her afternoon. Mr. Warren seemed to sense what was happening and sent his gawking son on an errand as soon as he was finished eating.
People began to mill around, and Marcail was tempted to rise also. Weighing how safe it would be to wander around town with this man, she hesitated. When Seth, Allie, and Mr. and Mrs. Warren left, leaving only Rowie and Marcail on the blanket, he spoke.
You dont have a boyfriend back home or anything like that, do you?
Im sorry, Jethro, but I dont feel thats something you need to know.
I like it that you call me Jethro.
Marcail sighed with frustration. He hadnt heard a word she said. Rowie went on to ask Marcail a score of questions about how she liked children and housework. That he was in the market for a wife was more than obvious. Marcail decided to nip his thoughts in the bud, at least where she was concerned.