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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Marcail had given little thought to the previous Mrs. Montgomery, but now as her hand went to the fabric of the dresses, her mind began to wander. What had she been like, and how much did Alex miss her? How long had she been gone? Did Alex know where she was spending eternity? And many more questions.
There were five print dresses and two solids. Marcail looked with some envy at the bright calico and gingham cloth, and then noticed the sleeve of the blue gingham was torn. Marcail pulled this dress out and saw in an instant that it was different from the rest. It was faded and the top button was missing. Marcail knew by looking at the other gowns that this one was a wash-day dress.
Without giving herself much time to think, Marcail pulled the dress over her head. It had barely settled on her shoulders before one of Marcails questions regarding Alexs first wife was answeredthe dress was huge on her. Marcail suddenly remembered the nightgown Alex had given her the night theyd been snowed in, and wondered how she could have forgotten.
Well, Marcail, what are you going to do? the small brunette asked herself as she looked down at the way the dress hung on her frame. She knew she was wasting valuable time thinking about how she looked when her only plans were to wash and clean. Marcail swiftly buttoned the front that bagged enough to hold another person, and rolled up the sleeves that hung past her fingertips.
Her hair was still very wet, so after pulling the heavy tresses away from her face with a comb, she let the back hang free and went to work.
Alex was glad to leave the office for the day. He knew the bell could ring at any time, but he was looking forward to seeing Marcail and was anxious to discover how she had spent her day. It was incredible how often she was on his mind. After stabling Kelsey, Alexs step was swift to the front door.
Marcail had just taken two loaves of bread from the oven when the door opened. Thinking shed heard Kelseys hooves, she wasnt at all surprised when Alex walked in the door.
Hello, Alex spoke as he hung his coat. Still wearing the workdress, Marcail was standing near the stove, bending over a pan of cookies. She missed the way he turned with a ready smile that died abruptly on his lips.
Hi. Marcail spoke without turning. Im just about to put these cookies in so youll have some dessert to eat after your lunch. You must be hungry, since you
Marcail didnt finish the sentence. Shed finally turned to find Alex staring at her, his face holding an expression shed never seen before. They stood in silence for a moment, and then Marcail watched his gaze slide over her dress. A sinking feeling settled around her heart.