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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
A few minutes of silence followed, and then Alex watched as Marcails shoulders slumped. She moved to the sofa and sat down heavily. Her body was still now, her hands limp in her lap, her foot motionless. Alex joined her on the sofa. She turned her head slightly away from him, but not before hed seen the tears gathering in her eyes. He waited for her to bury her face in her hands and sob loudly, as his first wife had done so many times, but it was not to happen.
Alex watched her profile in fascination as silent tears streamed down her cheek. Marcail turned back to look at him, the tears still flowing. Not even when she spoke did she sound like she was crying, just slightly out of breath. It was the most heartbreaking thing Alex had ever witnessed.
I know its my pride, Alex; thats all it is. But I feel so hurt, so wounded that everyone believes the worst of me.
Alex put his arms around her, and Marcail allowed herself to be pulled against his chest. An occasional shudder ran over her frame, but other than the hot tears seeping through the fabric of his shirt, hed have never known she was crying.
Can you hear me? he said softly after some minutes. Marcial nodded against his chest, but did not lift her head.
Its going to take some time, but everyone will soon be used to our being married, and no one will think any more of it. Im sure some of the older women in town think this is all very romantic. In their own clumsy way, theyre trying to show you support.
Marcail raised her head to look at him. Alex, still one arm around her, gently wiped the tears from her face with his free hand. The action made Marcail feel cherished. He looked down at her with tender eyes, and Marcail found herself wanting to cling to him.
Youre not embarrassed about our marriage, are you, Alex? The thought had just occurred to her, and her voice held a hint of wonder.
What a silly question, Alex spoke softly and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
I like you, Alex, Marcail thought to herself. I like you a lot.
Are you going to be all right? Alex spoke into her thoughts, his voice warm and caring.
Yes, Marcail answered, thinking his arms felt wonderful. Thanks to you, I think Im going to be fine.
Her words gave Alex a very satisfied feeling, although neither one spoke again for some time. The girls eventually came back, and the Montgomery family was joined by Dean, Kay, and the girls. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in good fellowship and fun.
thirty
Marcail stood across the kitchen from her husband, her entire being radiating frustration. It was Friday morning, and they were leaving for Fort Bragg in just an hour. They were also having their first verbal disagreement.