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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Marcails gaze moved to the bedroom door, where she remembered an orderly setting with two wardrobes, a dresser, and the bed. Her eyes slid back to the table where Alexs Bible was placed before one of the chairs.
Looking at his Bible made Marcail wish she had her own copy on hand. Realizing she couldnt remember where Alexs checkers had been, she glanced at the board suddenly and then at the man himself. She found him sitting back in his chair, one hand resting on the table, the other laying casually in his lap. He was studying her intently.
Marcail sat mute under his inspection, not able, for some reason, to take her eyes from his.
Is there someone special back home, someone who tells you on a regular basis how beautiful you are?
Marcail could only give a negative shake of her head.
Since you dont hear it that often, Ill tell you. Youre very beautiful.
Alex watched as she caught her lower lip under her teeth. His voice was filled with laughter when he spoke this time. Youre beautiful even when youre trying to chew off your lower lip.
Marcails hand came up as though shed never realized it was habit. Her action made Alexs eyes sparkle all the more. Not wanting to make her suffer overly long, Alex stood in one fluid motion.
I need to go out to the barn to check on Kelsey. He threw these words over his shoulder as he headed for his coat and boots.
Marcail stood also. Will you be all right?
Ill be fine. The wind has died down some, and Ive strung a rope from the edge of the house to the barn. I use it as my guide. Thats why I carried you over my shoulder last night; I needed one hand free.
Marcail blushed over the reminder, but Alex pretended not to notice. His hand was on the door when she called his name.
Alex?
He turned back, his brows raised expectantly.
Thank you for bringing me out of the cold last night.
Youre welcome, he told her softly, before opening the door and disappearing into a flurry of snow.
I cant think why this has happened, Lord, Marcail prayed in the empty house. But I want to keep my eyes on You. Alex has been so nice, and hes not as scary as I first thought, but this feels very strangethis being snowed in with a stranger.
It was silly of me to come out without my coat, Marcail continued to share with God from her heart, but somehow I dont think it would have made any difference.
Marcail hovered at the window and continued to pray until Alex came back. She was unaware of the fact that Alex was lingering in the barn and doing a little praying himself.