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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
I have no problem sleeping beside you while were here, Marcail. Alex stated this carefully, so his wife would know he had not missed her meaning. However, I rose early and came to bed late in Fort Bragg so you would have privacy. Id like to get a little more rest while Im here, and that will probably mean less privacy for you. So you see, the choice is really yours.
Marcail nodded after just a moments hesitation. I dont think that will be a problem.
Alex, whod been holding his bag, then placed it beside the bed. He slipped out of his coat and placed it over a chair. Marcail took her cue from him, and reached for her own bag. She put a few things in the top dresser drawer and then went to the closet in the corner.
A moment later she disappeared behind the dressing screen. Alex, more than a little curious about what she was up to, lounged back on the bed and waited. Less than five minutes passed, and Marcail appeared in a lovely white dress with a round neckline and puffy sleeves. Her hair was down, pulled back at her neck with a white ribbon.
Alex thought she looked like a breath of spring air. She also looked a little flustered over the way he stared, so she explained in halting tones why she had changed.
Its warm here, and my other dresses are heavy, and well, I
Dont explain, Marcail, Alex said smoothly. I quite approve. It is hot here, and I hope your family wont mind my shirtsleeves.
Marcail shook her head. I think youll find were pretty relaxed.
They continued to talk until they heard a commotion outside the door. It sounded as if Molly was squealing and Rigg was trying to quiet her. Alexs brows rose in question, but Marcail, as much in the dark as he, could only shrug.
Alex swung off the bed and opened the door so Marcail could precede him out of the room. They walked past the stairs and into the living room. When she saw Molly sitting on her brothers shoulders, Marcail halted abruptly. Alex nearly ran into her.
Sean! Marcail whispered, her mouth dropping open in a most unfeminine way.
Seans smile was boyish as he caught sight of his sister. He swung Molly onto the sofa and crossed the room to hug her. Alex, quietly watching this reunion, had only one thought, she had never planned on marrying anyone even as tall as I am, but all the men in her life are huge. Ive never considered myself short, but Rigg and Sean dwarf me.
This is Alex, Alex heard Marcail say before Seans hand took his own.
Alex, this is my brother, Sean.
Its good to meet you, Alex began. I take it that Marcail knew nothing of this?