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Without a doubt, the first criteria was that the woman be a Christian. Alex found himself thinking, however, that it certainly didnt hurt that her hair was so black and shiny it appeared blue in the right light, or that she had eyes like big brown pansies. Her eyes, along with the tiny dark mole near her lower lip, drew his attention to her smiling mouth and her beautiful teeth when he least expected it. No, none of those things hurt at all; and, added to the fact that she loved the Savior, they made her more distracting by the minute.
Alex had worked hard at not staring at her all afternoon, but surprisingly, he found himself alone with her in the living room after the dessert dishes had been cleared. Alex could almost hear her telling herself to relax. After a few minutes of tense silence, she smiled at him. It gave him hope, and he spoke, his excellent bedside manner coming to the fore.
It was certainly nice of Rigg to surprise you today.
Marcail smiled a little wider because he didnt seem at all threatening to her at that moment. Her voice revealed her relief when she answered.
It was, wasnt it? I dont think I knew how much I missed him until I heard his voice at the back of the crowd.
How long has it been?
I saw them for a few minutes when the train stopped in Santa Rosa, but I moved away in late February. I wish Katie and the children could have come, but Rigg said everyone has colds.
Youre an aunt then?
Marcail beamed with pleasure, and Alex sucked in a sharp breath at her enchanting beauty.
Several times over, actually, Marcail answered easily, not having noticed the doctors reaction. Katie and Rigg have Gretchen, Molly, and Donovan. My brother, Sean, and his wife, Charlotte, have Ricky and Callie.
Alex smiled at her, a smile of genuine warmth. Marcail returned the grin until Alex shifted in his chair. Marcail thought he was rising to join her on the sofa. She tensed and moved a little further down the cushions, an action that Alex did not miss.
Is it me, Miss Donovan, or all doctors?
Marcails face flamed with humiliation, and she stuttered an apology.
Please dont apologize. Alexs voice was tender. Its just that if Ive done something to upset you, Id like to ask your forgiveness.
No, no, Marcail assured him swiftly. Youve been very kind; I justthat isIm rather The young woman came to an awkward halt and was surprised to find the doctor smiling at her, his eyes filled with understanding.
Marcail met his gaze for just a moment and then unintentionally spoke out loud. I guess you might not be so bad after all.