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Honestly, Marc, my mind raced to figure out what Id done, and lo and behold Im in the doghouse over a chicken.
Marcail finally saw the humor in the situation and began to laugh herself.
I was all right until an hour ago, when I sat here trying to figure out how to tell you what Id done. Suddenly it all seemed to be your fault, and I worked myself into a fine fury before you hit the door.
Alex was still laughing. In the future, hang a dishcloth on the door so Ill have fair warning.
After the table was cleared and the dishes put away, husband and wife took a walk. Alex held Marcails hand, and even though they talked some, most of the walk was spent in quiet reflection and the joy of each others company. They stopped in a field and were watching the sun sink low in the sky when Marcail asked Alex a question that had been on her mind since theyd left the house.
Are you upset with me over the way I acted before supper?
No.
Are you sure?
Im sure, Alex told her as he pulled her over to sit next to him on a huge boulder. I realize it wasnt personal.
A peaceful smile passed over Marcails face at his words of understanding.
What does that look mean? Alex wanted to know.
Im just pleased at how comfortable I am with you now.
Ill admit its very nice, just as long as youre not too comfortable.
Marcail looked at him with no comprehension whatever. I dont know what you mean.
I dont want you to view me as a brother, Marcail, or as a father figure.
Marcail was still not entirely sure what he meant. Do I do that?
I dont think so, but I cant really be sure. Marcail was still looking at him strangely, and Alex knew it was time for some straightforward honesty.
Im in love with you, Marcail, he told her without apology, and Im not at all ashamed of the desire that love stirs within me. I am glad that youre comfortable with me, but I pray that at some point well have an intimate, passionate marriage. Thats why I said what I did.
Marcail studied his face in the gathering dusk. Are you afraid that Im not a passionate person, Alex?
Alex chucked softly and cupped her face in his hands. After witnessing you in the kitchen an hour ago, not in the least.
Marcail smiled, and Alex bent his head. He pressed his lips to her forehead and the tip of her nose before finally claiming her lips. His kisses were tender, yet growing more insistent, and Marcail was taking longer to pull away every time he held her. But pull away she did, and much to his credit, Alex did not rebuke her or so much as frown in her direction.