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Marcail nodded almost numbly. She could see that nothing more was going to be offered to her. As Mr. Flynn saw her to the door and she began the walk home, her mind worked over the options before her. Quitting was out, but she could go to Mrs. Duckworth. However, Mr. Flynns initial response to her predicament had shown her that such a move would cause trouble for the entire town.
Marcail was tempted to write her brother-in-law, Rigg, or her father and pour out her entire story, knowing instinctively they would show up in Willits within hours or days of hearing from her. But all her life shed been protected, and she so wanted to stand on her own this time.
Marcails mind played over every second of the previous afternoon, and she realized that in throwing that rock, Sydney had succeeded in shocking even himself. With that in mind, Marcail decided that she would confront Sydney on Monday so he would know where he stood, and then pray there would be no more outbursts.
Hello, Miss Donovan.
Marcail was startled out of her musings by the sound of Dr. Montgomerys voice. Shed been so intent on her walking and planning that she had not heard his approach.
Hello, Dr. Montgomery. Marcails hand had gone to her throat in surprise. She tried to smile pleasantly, but as usual he made her nervous, and she was a bit embarrassed over how preoccupied shed been. She watched as he swung from his mount to stand before her.
How are you feeling?
Im fine, thank you, Marcail replied, actually mustering up a smile.
Alex nodded and continued to watch her. He had wanted a closer look at her than his mounted position would allow, and now he was able to see that her color was much better than the day before. In fact, she was rather flushed. On the other hand, her discomfort in his presence hadnt changed in the least; she was obviously afraid of him. He wondered absently if it was just him, all doctors, or men in general.
Marcail was standing as far from him as propriety would allow, and for some reason Alex was torn between turning on his best bedside manner or laughing. The latter won out, and Marcail watched as his eyes lit with some inner amusement.
Alex witnessed the raising of her chin and knew that the voice she used to address him was one she used with her students.
Was there something you needed to see me about, doctor? If not, my schedule is quite full, and Id like to be on my way.
Alex caught a light of vulnerability in her eyes, slight, but nevertheless evident to him. All humor fled.
Im glad to see youre doing well, Miss Donovan. Please dont let me keep you.