Chapters (241)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- sixty-one
- epilogue
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
- Prologue
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- epilogue
- Sean Donovan
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Visalia and Santa Rosa Families—1876
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- Epilogue
- Dedication
- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
- prologue
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- epilogue
- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Yes and no. Im ready for a break, but I cant think what Ill do to keep busy for the rest of the summer.
Riggs brow lowered on Marcails words. She noticed and had the good grace to looked ashamed.
Tell me something, Marc, Rigg began again, did Alex know you were going to sing this morning?
Marcail gave a small, apologetic shrug. I guess I didnt bother to mention it.
Again Rigg frowned. Things were worse than he first believed.
Would you be mad at Katie if she hadnt told you? Marcail asked, seeing his disapproval.
Not mad, just hurt.
Marcail was not comfortable with that and tried to change the subject, but Rigg would not be swayed. Even though she was growing angry, he kept at her.
Tell me something, Marcail, did you really get married?
Whats that supposed to mean?
Only that nothing has changed. You still act like the single woman who left here over a year ago.
These words made Marcail furious, but Rigg believed someone had to tell her. Has he ever seen your anger, Marc? Do you open your heart to him at all?
You dont know what youre talking about, Rigg, Marcail said to him, but knew it was a lie. Rigg had guessed perfectly how closed Marcail was to her husband.
I do know what Im talking about, Rigg stated emphatically. Alex Montgomery is a man, with feelings and needs, not some toy for you to play with when your family isnt around.
Marcail jumped to her feet in one angry move.
Sit down, Marcail! Rigg commanded.
Dont you order me around, Rigg. Im a grown woman!
Then act like one. Riggs voice turned so gentle on those words that it was almost Marcails undoing. I realize a person cant force feelings that arent there, but Ive been watching Alex. Marcail, hes in love with you.
Marcail slowly sat back in her chair and stared across the table. You dont understand, Rigg. Ive done something, and I dont know how to undo it.
Talk to Alex about it, Rigg told her.
I dont know how.
Then Ill pray that youll know, because youre selling him short, honey. I was impressed when I met him last year, and then when your father came back from Willits, he told us he thought Alex was as fine as they came, a real man of God. Give him a chance, Marc; in fact, give him your heart. I can see he would treasure it all the years of your life.
Marcail didnt know what to say, but then she didnt have to. Alex chose that moment to come in the back door.
Am I interrupting anything? He glanced at Rigg, but his eyes turned to his wifes strained features.
Have a seat, Alex, Rigg invited.