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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Sean Donovan
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- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Father and son sat up for the next two hours while Alex shared how hed met Marcail and why they were married. Again, Alex felt no condemnation from his father. He listened carefully when Samuel told him how important it was that he get to know Marcails family as soon as possible. Alex hadnt thought of it, but agreed wholeheartedly.
They parted company sometime before midnight, and as Alex expected, Marcail never stirred when he slipped beneath the covers beside her.
thirty-four
Marcail woke to an empty bed. Stretching contentedly, she remembered where she was and quickly turned her head to see if someone was on the other pillow. Someone had been there, that much was obvious, but the sheets were cold and Marcail wondered what time it was.
She lay there a moment, feeling lazy, and had just decided to get out of bed when the door opened a crack. Alexs head came in next, and he looked toward the bed with raised brows.
Good morning, Marcail called, and Alex took it as an invitation to enter.
Good morning. How about a little coffee?
Ohhh, thank you. Marcail spoke with surprised pleasure and pushed herself against the headboard to receive the offered cup. Alex took the end of the bed, leaning against the footboard with his own cup.
How did you sleep? he asked solicitously after Marcail had taken a few sips.
Like I always do, but I suspect you already know that.
Meaning?
Meaning, I never heard you come or go, so I assume I slept as usual.
You do sleep hard, Alex commented softly, his eyes on her disheveled appearance.
Marcail told herself she was not going to blush. She concentrated on her coffee cup in the silence that followed.
How would you like to have breakfast at the beach?
The cup paused halfway to Marcails mouth.
Whos going?
Just the two of us.
What about your folks?
Dads at the office, and I think I told you, Mother sleeps late. Im sure my family will be around for the rest of the day, so I thought this might be my only time to show you Fort Bragg. Unless youre starved, I thought wed take a basket and eat at the beach.
Id like that, Marcail said sincerely, seeing how much Alex wanted to leave the decision to her, but also how much he wanted to take her.
Alex stood and moved toward the door. Marcail noticed for the first time that he was dressed and ready for the day.
Ill be ready anytime you get downstairs.
All right. By the way, Alex, what time is it?
Almost 10:00.
Alex grinned at the shocked look on his wifes face before slipping out and shutting the door.
This was my grandparents house, Alex said as he pointed to a simple green house. Quinn and Hannah live there now.
What did you say Quinn did for a living?
Hes a logger.