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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Oh, thats right, and their kids are Amber, Jess, and Cole.
No. Amber, Jess, and Cole belong to Skip and Judith. Quinns kids are Cindy and Derek.
Marcail nodded but stayed silent. She hadnt needed more than a few days to know the name of every student in her class, but Alexs family was still beyond her.
Mentally placing everyone shed met, Marcail realized that Alex had turned the horse and small buggy down the road toward the ocean. They moved closer to the view Marcail had seen from the Montgomery house, and in a matter of minutes they were pulling to a stop beside what appeared to be a private beach. Marcail sat transfixed as she watched and listened to the ocean beat on the shore. The sound was like music in her heart.
Alex, assuming it was her first view of such a majestic sight, stayed silent and let her look her fill. The quiet moment was broken when Marcail suddenly scrambled from the carriage. Alex watched in amazement as she sat in the sand, stripped off her shoes and stockings, and dug her toes in the sand. A moment passed before he heard her laugh with delight.
Alex stepped down from the buggy and went to sit on the sand beside his wife. She was still smiling, but there were tears standing in her eyes. He watched her, a questioning look on his face. Finally she noticed him.
A faint blush stained her cheeks before she spoke. Dont mind me, Alex. Its just been so long.
What has?
Since Ive seen the ocean and felt the sand under my feet.
Again his look was questioning, almost baffled, and for the first time Marcail stopped to think how little he knew about her. After all theyd only been married for 13 days.
I was born in Hawaii, Marcail told her husband softly.
The Hawaiian Islands?
Marcail smiled at his tone. Right. I lived there until I was nearly nine. My parents were missionaries.
Alex could only stare, first at Marcail, and then out to sea. He had of course realized how little they knew of each other, but this! This was so surprising that Alex hardly knew what to say.
He turned his head back to look at Marcail and found her watching him. Seeing her sitting there with her hair down her back and her bare toes peeking out from beneath the hem of her dress made it easy to envision her as a girl running on the beach.
Do you miss it? he asked suddenly.
Not anymore. When I was nine, I thought I would die of homesickness, but its been 11 years, and I love my life here. I do miss my brother, Sean, and his family. Hes one of four pastors at the mission there, working with the village families.
Again Alex just stared at her.
What are you thinking? Marcail had to ask.
That youre an awful lot of surprises for such a small package.