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- Dear Marcail
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- About the Author
Some moments went by before the Montgomery men turned their attention to Alex to congratulate him and wish him an early birthday greeting. Suddenly, and without hint of a noisy arrival, the house was converged upon by Montgomerys. In the space of a few seconds Marcail and Alex were separated, and Marcail was left alone to meet the rest of the familyone more brother, two sisters-in-law, one sister, one brother-in-law, and nine nieces and nephews.
Their welcome of her was exuberant, and Marcail was looking very pleased, if not slightly overwhelmed, when Alex finally made his way back to her side for the next 20 minutes.
All the families had brought food to eat, and a meal was in preparation when Alex led Marcail from the room. He headed her up the stairs, their bags once again in hand. In the hallway at the top of the stairs, Marcail finally spoke.
I need to go down and help with supper.
Alex continued to usher her along. They have all the hands they need. You havent had a moment to yourself since we arrived. I think you should get settled in our room.
Marcail was escorted into a large, immaculate bedroom. The inviting room was tastefully decorated, but Marcails attention was riveted to the wall opposite the door. The wall displayed the headboard of a solitary, full-sized bed. Marcail walked slowly into the room and stood at the footboard. She heard the door shut behind her, but she stood still, certain she could not face Alex just now.
Look at me, Marc, Alex commanded softly.
Marcail hesitated before turning to find him in the rooms only chair, the bags at his feet.
If youre thinking this is a setup to get you to do something youre not ready for, you couldnt be more wrong.
Marcail swallowed audibly, but didnt reply.
There are other beds up here, but I feel our marriage is a private matter. Id just as soon we stay in the same room. His voice was very reasonable, and Marcail listened attentively. We have three nights here. If you feel at all threatened after we sleep in the same bed tonight, and I do mean sleep, Ill move across the hall.
Marcail stared at her husband and then at the bed. Its certainly wide enough, was her first thought. And hes proven to you repeatedly that hell not hurt you. Aside from all that, he is your husband.
Marcail?
Alexs soft calling of her name made her remember she hadnt answered him.
All right, Alex, Marcail agreed, noting that he didnt seem triumphant or even very pleased, just accepting of her decision.