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I think right now it would scare me, but Im afraid if I say no, youll never offer again. Marcail could hardly believe shed been so open with her feelings.
Alex was thrilled with her answer and chuckled softly as he left his place on the sofa and stood before his wife. The sound of his laugh, as well as the way he stood looking at her, sent a chill down Marcails spine.
Make no mistake, Marcail, I will offer againI will definitely offer again.
Marcail sat very still as he turned and moved on bare feet out of the room. She had wanted to get some extra sleep, but as it was, it took some time before she found her rest.
twenty-nine
Marcail, usually a morning person, exercised great effort to haul herself from the sofa the next morning. Her nose lifted toward the smell of coffee coming from the direction of the kitchen, and almost of their own volition her feet moved to the table. She sat in a kitchen chair, yawning and looking very fuzzy around the edges.
Alex, having been up for nearly an hour, placed a mug of hot coffee in front of her, took a chair opposite, and worked at not laughing. Hed never seen Marcail this waywithout her robe, her hair a disaster, and struggling to focus on the cup before her. Alex realized then that hed never seen her anything but cheerful in the morning. He wondered which Marcail he liked best.
Good morning, Alex finally spoke when she looked a little more lucid.
Good morning. Marcail attempted a sleepy smile. I cant seem to wake up this morning. Alex watched as she took another sip of coffee, propped her elbow on the table, and leaned her chin into her palm.
Did you sleep well?
Once I got to sleep, yes.
Alex was tempted to ask if his question and their discussion the night before had upset her, but he kept his thoughts to himself.
How did you sleep? Marcail said without blinking as she stared at some spot over his right shoulder. Alex wondered if she was headed back to sleep.
Fine. This time he could not keep the laughter from his voice. Marcail, even in her sleepy state, noticed.
Youre laughing at me.
Youre right, Alex chuckled.
If you keep it up, Im going to go back to bed.
If you do that, well be late for church.
Marcail sat up straight, sobering instantly. Id completely forgotten it was Sunday. Marcail, who never gave up or hid from any task, was tempted for the first time to tell Alex she was not up to going.
This first Sunday will be the hardest. Alex accurately guessed her thoughts. And dont forget that families like the Austins, Vespermans, and Whites will be there. Youll also see Allie, who has shown you her loyalty.