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Marcail agreed and looked as though Alex had thrown her a lifeline. He set up the checkerboard on the kitchen table, poured fresh cups of coffee, and settled down to play.
eighteen
The talk across the checkerboard was light for the most part, and Alex noticed that Marcail was relaxed around him until the conversation led to her calling him Dr. Montgomery, a name she nearly stumbled over.
Marcail noticed that Alex was an easygoing host who seemed to be a genuinely kind individual, but like all doctors she had encountered, he seemed just a bit too sure of himself. She wouldnt have called his demeanor outright arrogant, but it wasnt far off.
As they played, Alex coaxed Marcail into talking about her class, and when she was relaying something that Daisy Austin had said, he interrupted her.
Since were going to be spending the day together, why dont you call me Alex?
Marcail hesitated, and Alex allowed her a few moments to think it over. All right, she finally said and fell silent.
You missed your turn.
Marcail stared at him in confusion. Hed just watched her move one of her checkers.
Its your turn to tell me your name is Margaret, and that I can call you by your first name, Alex explained.
Again Marcail hesitated. What if my name isnt Margaret?
Alex blinked in surprise. Didnt I hear your brother-in-law calling you Marg?
No. You heard Rigg call me Marc. She emphasized the hard c. My familys nickname for Marcail.
Marcail. Alex tested the name on his tongue and spoke sincerely. Thats a beautiful name. It fits you.
Marcail smiled at the compliment. The smile gave Alex courage.
And may I call you Marcail?
As he watched her with eyes that were a beautiful sapphire blue, he didnt seem quite so arrogant to Marcail. She found herself liking him just a little.
That would be fine, Marcail told him, and then watched as he concentrated on his next move on the board. Alex took a little extra time, and Marcails attention began to roam. A glance out the window told her it was still snowing steadily. Her gaze wandered around the room, and she noticed what a meticulous housekeeper Willits doctor seemed to be.
There were wooden pegs by the back door, and his coat, her sweater, and some scarves were all hung neatly in line. Not a dish was out of place in the kitchen. There were high shelves along the wall, which led Marcail to believe his wife must have been a tall woman. All the cups, bowls, and plates were stacked in tidy rows, and beyond them sat Alexs black medical bag.
Until now, Marcail had taken little more than a glance at the living room, which sat in the long part of his L-shaped house. It was as neat as the kitchen, with a small sofa and chair, two tables, and a bookshelf.