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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
It took a few moments for Rigg to bring Alex out, but they eventually began to talk about where Alex had been on his walk. This time it was Marcail who was quiet.
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Alex, still half asleep, reached to wipe the hair from his face. It took a moment for it to register that it was not his own. Marcails back was to him, but she must have just been asleep on his shoulder since his arm ached and her hair was spread across his face and chest like a fan.
Alex stretched, in no hurry to leave the warmth of the bed. It had taken only a few days for Alex to learn that Santa Rosa nights and mornings were cool. The heavy quilts on the bed made it a hard place to leave. That, and knowing that little Donovan was going to join them any minute.
Alex reached for his Bible. He was reading through the New Testament and just finishing the book of Mark. Not many minutes after hed begun reading he heard the now-familiar thumping on the stairs outside the room. He knew what would come next as the bedroom door crashed back against the wall.
Donovan appeared beside the bed and grinned as soon as he saw Alexs face. Alex reached for him and put him on his chest. His big, dark eyes went to his Aunt Marcails sleeping form and then back to Alex.
Shhh, he said, one pudgy finger held carefully to his lips. Alex nodded in approval. Donovan had felt it was his job to wake Marcail the first two mornings they were there, but Alex had taught him that they must be quiet.
Katie came down the stairs and peeked around the corner to check on her small charge. When she left, Alex knew she would head to the kitchen and start breakfast.
Alex let Donovan sit on his chest and chatter softly to him until the smell of fresh coffee floated through the air. Alex rose, pulled on enough clothes to be decent, and went to the kitchen with his nephew.
No one was around, so Alex helped himself to the coffee. He kept an eye on Donovan to see that he didnt get hurt, but at 18 months old, the boy was bent on destruction. He had emptied two cupboards and was started on a third while Alex sipped his coffee.
Alex had just put everything back in the first two when Katie came out of the bedroom right off the kitchen. An experienced mother, she tapped two of the blocks together that sat on the floor near the table. Donovan took the bait. After hed plopped down on his well-padded seat, Katie helped Alex right the kitchen.
I used to sleep as well as Marcail, but that was before children, Katie began conversationally.
She scared me before I knew how hard she slept, Alex replied. I checked her repeatedly, thinking shed stopped breathing.