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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
A moment later they both heard the knock on the front door.
Well, Dean spoke again, this time softly, well know soon enough.
Marla answered the door and stood grinning at her teacher. Marcail was just as glad to see her because the Austin girls were some of her best students. The fact that they prayed for her gave them a bond she did not share with any of the other children. They were also bright and well behaved, and looked at her with something close to adoration, which was good for any teachers confidence.
Daisy joined them as they made their way to the dining room. Even though both girls were talking at once, Marcail didnt miss the sound of Alexs well-modulated voice. Surprisingly enough, she did not feel like running away. There was a constant supply of chopped wood next to her door, and Marcail wanted to thank him. Unfortunately her mouth went dry the moment she felt his eyes on her.
Hello, Miss Donovan, Kay greeted her warmly. Come in and make yourself at home.
Marcail had to clear her throat before any words would come out, and only then was she able to thank her hostess. Dean greeted her, and then Marcail had no choice but to meet the doctors eyes.
Hello, Dr. Montgomery, she began. I want to thank you for the firewood.
Youre welcome. Has there been ample?
Yes, more than enough, thank you.
Alex had to hide a smile. Such a speech had obviously cost her, and he found the look of profound relief on her face adorable. He realized in an instant that he wanted to court this woman. With Linette, his attention had been welcome; with Marcail, he didnt know whether he even stood a chance.
Alex had sudden visions of the young men in Santa Rosa, just waiting for her to disembark from the train when she returned for Christmas. He couldnt believe the wave of jealousy that overwhelmed him at the thought.
Dinner is ready, Kay called as she added a soup tureen to the table and everyone gathered around.
Marcail found herself next to Marla and across the table from Daisy. Alex sat on Daisys left, and even though Marcail told herself not to, she looked at the young doctor almost constantly.
Her mind ran in two directions. One moment she found herself enjoying his handsome face, dark hair, and blue eyes, but regretting the fact that he was a doctor. The next moment she wished his features were pale and washed out, and that she found him repulsive.
Alex did not miss the way Marcails gaze strayed to him repeatedly. He tried to squelch the hope rising within him that she might be interested, but it didnt work. When Marcail said her goodbyes, Alex did the same so they could leave together.