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Laughter erupted from Alexs chest, and Marcails hand flew to her mouth. Her face had heated all over again, and she began to rise from her seat. Alex waved her back with his hand, still chuckling over her remark.
Please dont go, Miss Donovan. I assure you, Im not easily offended. I find your honesty refreshing.
Marcail eyed him carefully to gauge his sincerity. She finally relaxed back on the sofa, and they continued to talk. If Marcail wasnt exactly at ease in the situation, she found it tolerable. What she didnt know was that Kay Austin was beyond the door, hesitating before entering. She was also listening to every word and hoping that before long Marcail would find the situation much more than tolerable.
I cant believe how swiftly the day went.
I cant either. I sure enjoyed the Austins hospitality.
I really hadnt known them before, but theyre wonderful, Marcail agreed and added, Are you sure you have to go first thing in the morning, Rigg?
The full moon shone on Rigg and Marcail as they stood at Marcails front door recalling the afternoon. Rigg was headed to the hotel for the night, and this would be the last they would see of each other.
I really do, Marc. Jeff is going to open the mercantile for me, but Ive got to get back. Christmas is only about two months away, and well all be together then.
Marcail nodded, and they hugged one last time. She stood in the doorway and watched him walk toward town. When she finally shut the door, it was with a prayer of thanksgiving for her family, and for the way God had sent Rigg on the day she needed him most.
But dont you think shes perfect for Alex?
Kay, her husband spoke patiently as he slipped into bed, that still does not give you an excuse for eavesdropping.
Kay looked somewhat rebuked, but she was so excited about the little shed overheard that she was not very sorry.
I can see youre not at all sorry.
I am sorry that I listened. I should have walked right into the room instead of waiting, but Im not sorry about what I heard.
Dean frowned at his wifes line of reasoning, but she was too wound up to notice.
You should have heard his voice. When he found out she was afraid of him, he was so tender with her. I just know shes the one.
Dean shook his head, kissed his wife good night, and turned down the lantern. Kay listened as his breathing evened out into sleep. She was planning ahead and much too excited to sleep. Alex came to lunch every Sunday afternoon; maybe she should ask Miss Donovan to join them more often. It was a delightful plan.
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