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- Dear Marcail
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The street was quite slushy, but Marcail took a long route to Alexs office and avoided most of the mud. She wasnt thrilled about being there, but with her hand on the door, she took a deep breath and went inside.
twenty-five
Marcail stood very still and looked around the small waiting room without really seeing anything. Her heart thundered in her chest, and even though she told herself to calm down, fear gripped her. She tried to examine the reason for her anxiety, but as in the past, the only thing that came to mind was her mothers face.
It wasnt at all logical, but for so many years it seemed to Marcail that it was the doctors fault her mother had died. They had been a happy, settled family. Then, when Marcail was nine, the doctor had come to see Mother. He hadnt caused her illness, but he had diagnosed it, and Marcail had struggled for years to believe that none of her mothers rapid decline had been his fault. To this day she was terrified of doctors and everything relating to them.
Maybe her sister hadnt handled the situation very well; maybe Kaitlin should have insisted that Marcail see a doctor when she was sick. But because the mere mention of a visit from this dreaded man was enough to make any condition Marcail had worse, Katie had never insisted she go. Instead Katie herself talked with the doctor to find out how to treat her. Thankfully, there had never been anything more serious than a bee sting or a spring cold.
Now she found herself not only standing in the Willits doctors office, but actually married to the doctor himself.
Hi.
Marcail jumped at the sound of Alexs voice and wondered from where he had materialized.
You looked lost in thought just then.
I guess I was, Marcail answered as her gaze roamed the room. Im still getting used to the idea of being married to a doctor. Marcail didnt realize how that might have sounded until it was out of her mouth. Her gaze flew to Alex, but he was smiling.
Youre not easily offended, are you? Marcail asked softly, more to herself than anyone else.
No, Im not, Alex answered, having heard her clearly. As I said before, I like your honesty. Come, Ill take you home.
As with the few times she had ridden with Alex, Marcail tried to make herself as comfortable as possible without leaning on her new husband. Alex, however, had clearly tired of her trying to put space between them. His chest and arms surrounded her as he held the reins in an easy hold. Marcail wasnt sure how she felt about this, but the ride was brief, and she wasnt forced to examine her feelings too closely.