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At last Marcail forced herself to look toward the bedroom door. Her lower lip went unconsciously between her teeth. This was her wedding night, and she was terrified. Marcail and Kaitlin had talked on several occasions, and her older sister had assured her with complete confidence that there was nothing whatsoever to be afraid of when a husband and wife loved each other. It was glaringly evident at the moment, however, that Katie had never mentioned the possibility of the couple not loving each other.
Alexander returned to the house to find Marcails face completely drained of color, and his bride biting on her lower lip as though she no longer had need of it.
Marcail, Alex spoke her name and watched as she turned to him with wide, terrified eyes. That shed been working herself into a fine state of panic was obvious.
Marcail, he started again. I dont feel there is any reason to rush anything. I mean, we both need some time to feel a little more comfortable with each other.
Marcail looked very surprised at this announcement. What she couldnt know was that the fear Alex saw on her face was enough to stop him in his tracks. The last thing he wanted was to scare her, and since shed already been doing a fine job of that herself, he knew that his next words, although difficult, were necessary.
I want you to take the bedroom, and Ill sleep out here on the sofa.
Do you mean that?
Alex nodded, seeing that hed instantly freed her from a load of fear. He moved toward the bedroom, intending to clear some dresser drawers for her, but spun back on her softly spoken No.
I mean, Marcail explained to Alexs shocked countenance, that you should stay in the bedroom and Ill take the sofa.
No, I think Alex began to protest, but Marcail forestalled him.
Its silly for you to be on a sofa thats obviously too small for you. I would fit very nicely, and I wont put you out of your bed.
Alex was shaking his head, and Marcail asked him a question that settled the entire argument.
How well did you sleep on the sofa the night I was here?
Alex opened his mouth and then shut it again. She was right, but he wanted to make her feel comfortable and at home, and he knew she would have less privacy in the living room.
Marcail could see she had won, and with a decisive nod of her head took her bag into the living room and set it next to the sofa.
twenty-four
Marcail was up, dressed, and out of the house Monday morning before Alex stirred. It felt odd for her to wake up in his home, and Marcail, not knowing Alexs schedule, had been careful not to wake him. She skipped breakfast in order to be quiet, but she had packed some bread and two cookies for lunch.