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- Dear Marcail
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Marcail wasnt offended. She smiled and looked back out to sea. Does my being small bother you?
No, should it?
Marcail shrugged and then admitted, I was never going to marry anyone who towered over me as much as you do!
Why?
The question brought Marcails head around. Because I didnt want my husband to view me as a child.
Is that what you think, Marcail? Alexs voice was suddenly intense. That I think of you as a child?
Marcail shrugged, realizing the conversation had taken an unexpected turn. She wasnt sure what to say next.
Alex didnt care for the shrug, but he was at a loss as to how to tell Marcail what he really felt. To divulge that he found her lovely and desirable at this moment, while they were having to share a bedroom, could do irreparable damage. Frustration rose within him, but he prayed for calm.
They sat in silence for a few moments, and Alex knew his first premonition was righthe was going to have to let the subject drop. As he moved to the buggy to retrieve the basket and quilt, he told himself that someday his wife would know exactly how he viewed her.
thirty-five
By the time they returned from the beach, some of Alexs family were at the house. Alex and Marcail were taken into the group without the slightest hesitation.
Did you show Aunt Marcail where we live? six-year-old Derek wanted to know when he found out theyd been on a drive.
Yes, we went by your house.
Then where did you go? Jess, who was 11, piped up.
To the beach.
Wasnt it a little cold? This came from Amber, who at 14 was taller than her new aunt.
Alex, who couldnt remember feeling cold at all, smilingly shook his head and glanced at Marcails feet. Her shoes and stockings were back in place now, but he clearly remembered the way one foot had stuck out from under her dress while they were eating.
A single stroke of his finger had told him that his wifes feet were very ticklish. A fiendish glint over this newfound knowledge had entered Alexs eyes. Seeing that threat, Marcail had scurried for the far end of the quilt and tucked her feet protectively beneath her. She informed him, in her best teachers voice, that he was not to tickle her feet. Alex continued to tease, but after some convincing arguments, she rung a promise out of him that he would not touch her feet while she was trying to eat.
Now, back in the living room, Alex raised his head to see that Marcail had been watching him. She knew the exact direction of his thoughts. Her look turned stern all over again, but all Alex could do was grin.