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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
There was laughter around the table, and some of the attention was turned from Marcail. She was able to relax to a degree, but Alex had been right; they did tease her from time to time just to see her face flush.
Her deepest blush came when everyone decided it was bedtime, and they all left to go home for the night. What no one knew was that her blush this time had nothing whatsoever to do with her in-laws.
Marcail stood across the bedroom from Alex, not fully believing shed agreed to share this room and bed. Theyd just come in together, and Marcail watched as Alex sat on the bed and pulled off his shoes. His back was to her, but she told herself shed sleep in her dress before shed take her clothes off right then.
Marcails thoughts were beginning to turn tortuous when Alex stood, went to the commode, and lifted the pitcher from the bowl.
Ill go down and get some water for the morning, he said, as though he was simply mentioning the weather. Whereupon he strolled casually out the door.
Marcail stood frozen to her spot for a few seconds before, in her haste, she nearly tore the buttons from her dress. She didnt know how long she had, but she planned to be in her nightgown, under the covers, and sound asleep before her spouse returned.
thirty-three
Alex made his way slowly downstairs, and as he expected, found his father in the living room reading a newspaper. The elder Montgomery laid the news aside and smiled as Alex took a chair across from him.
Is Marcail settled in?
I think so. Shes getting ready for bed.
Something in his sons voice alerted Samuel. He was very close to all of his children, but Alex was the most like him. There was something on his mind, and Samuel knew if he stayed quiet, Alex would share.
Shes not like Linette, Alex commented softly.
Yes, Id noticed. Does that bother you?
Only for Linettes sake.
This remark might have confused someone else, but Samuel knew his son to be extremely loyal. He had loved his first wife and always wished she could have been happier.
You were both very young when you started out, Al, his father reminded him. And Linette never liked surprises, not even as a child.
Thats true, but I never should have assumed that she knew we wouldnt be in Fort Bragg forever. I mean, with you and Skippy already set up here, it just seemed so logical. Alex gave a helpless shrug. It seemed that all this should have been said years ago, but the truth was, they had never talked about it. He let his mind run, and in an instant all the pain returned.