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There really is no need. I, uh, well, I mean, that is, I didnt think that you would, I mean, I really appreciate, but I dont want to bother, and I Marcail came to a breathless halt when she saw laughter in the depths of his blue eyes.
Marcail took a breath and tried again. Thank you for your help, but Ill be okay now.
Youre not about to let me near you, are you, little one? These were Alexs very tender thoughts. What he said aloud was much less personal.
I dont want to push in where Im not wanted, but if youll let me, Ill just keep an eye on your woodpile. I wont come into the house; Ill just stack it by your porch when it looks like youre getting low.
Marcails mouth had suddenly gone dry. She did not want to be beholden to this man, but she couldnt go on as she was. Every day was colder than the day before, and as hard as it was to accept his help, she didnt really have much choice.
Thank you was all Marcail could muster, and then she scolded herself for her rudeness. But the doctor must not have minded. He smiled at her, raised a hand in a small wave, and went on his way.
It would be a long time before Marcail knew that Alex found her delightful, especially when she stood looking very proper and composed, unaware of the strands of hair that hung in her face and the dirt that was smeared on her cheeks and forehead. Delighted, captivated, fascinatedAlexs emotions ran the gamut, and much to his chagrin, he found he could think about little else.
Marcail was invited to the Austins for dinner again the first Sunday in December. As much as she wanted to, Kay had not had the courage to ask the girls teacher to join them the week after the pie auction, and every week to follow. So on this day, she decided to pull out all the stops.
Alex was the first to arrive, and spotting the extra place setting and fancy dinnerware, he turned a curious eye on his hostess.
Whos joining us, Kay?
Who? Kay sounded much like an owl.
Tell him, Kathleen, her husband commanded as he entered the room.
Kay turned aggressively on both men. I happen to know that she eats by herself every evening, and I think the least we can do is ask her to join us on the weekends! Kay stormed back out to the kitchen and left the men to stare at each other.
I take it the lovely Miss Donovan is joining us today?
Dean only nodded and watched the younger man. Im sorry, Alex, if thats a problem for you.
Its no problem for me, Dean. I find myself daydreaming about the next time Ill see her. However, I dont know how Miss Donovan is going to feel about my being here.