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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Sean Donovan
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Ill just stay here until I get warmer, the young schoolteacher stuttered as she rubbed furiously at her arms.
Knowing that now was not the time for discussion, Alex did not hesitate for a moment. He hung the lantern, blew it out, and moved toward Marcail. She couldnt see him approach, so she jumped as a hand touched her in the darkness.
Put this on, Alex was saying, and Marcail felt a coat surround her.
Before Marcail even had time to enjoy the warmth of the coat, the barn door was thrown open. She let out a small scream when she was suddenly tossed over the doctors shoulder. Marcail had no time to comment on her position, since Alex was already moving swiftly through the blizzard toward the house.
No was the emphatic reply. Ill be dry in a little while.
Staring at the tiny woman before him who was shivering from head to toe, Alex pulled to the fore what was certain to be the last of his patience.
You cant stay in that dress, Alex said for the fifth time. Its wet and youre freezing. Now please go and change into the nightgown Ive laid out for you, because if you dont take yourself out of those wet things, Miss Donovan, Ill do it for you.
You cant treat me this way. Im a grown woman.
Then act like one, Alex snapped.
Marcail stood mute with embarrassment. Alexs jaw tensed, and a moment later he had his guest by the arm and was leading her to the bedroom. Once inside, he pulled her sweater off before she had time to think. He then spun her around and unbuttoned the back of her dress. Marcail gasped in surprise, but was given no time to respond before she was spun once again, this time to face the doctor, her eyes so big they nearly swallowed her face.
You will remove everything you are wearing, Alex held Marcails shoulders, his head bent close to her face, his voice unrelenting, and put on the nightgown. You will then come back out to the kitchen and sit by the fire. Its the only way youre going to get warm.
Alexs face and manner softened slightly as he felt her tremble under his hands, but he exited the bedroom and shut the door before she had time to notice.
Marcail stood alone in the bedroom, so angry and humiliated that she wanted to weep. She told herself that he was overbearing and rude. She also told herself that he was right; she was freezing.