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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Are you? The words were so quiet that Rigg, who had moved to the stove to start the coffee, almost missed them. He turned to find Seans heart in his eyes.
No, Sean, Im not. Im not sure if Im coming or going where your sister is concerned, but this is no game Im playing. Rigg watched Seans face to see if he understood and was satisfied with what he saw.
Come on over here, Sean, he said after a moment. Ill show you how to make coffee.
Rigg walked with Sean to the post office. After Sean posted his letter, Rigg sent him to the mercantile to ask for Joe Crawford, the man with whom hed be working that day. As he watched Sean head eagerly down the street, Rigg grinned, remembering his first day at the mercantile. He then headed to the shipping office.
His father was in early as he expected. Heading into his office, Rigg shut the door behind him. He took the chair across the desk and looked at the man whod been a father to him for most of his years.
Did you see Kaitlin before you left the house today?
No, the only one up was your mother.
Rigg nodded and sat quietly.
Ive never believed in love-at-first-sight, Dad, but something is going on. I cant get that girl out of my mind.
Rigg spoke the words sincerely and Bills heart ached for him. It had been over 23 years since hed met May but he remembered very well how it felt to watch and wait and wonder. He also remembered befriending a little boy who, if he hadnt responded to him as well as he had, might have kept him from winning Mays heart.
But the boy was not three any longer. He was a man, 26 years olda godly man of faith, with his own business; a man with hopes and desires of his own.
Do you remember the first time we met, Rigg?
My third birthday.
Yep. I bought you a toy soldier.
I still have it.
Bill didnt say anything else; he didnt need to. Rigg smiled at what he was thinking.
Are you trying to tell me that you went through me to get to my mother?
Bill grinned back at him. Not exactly, but the fact that you liked me certainly helped my case.
So you think I should go on as I am, being there for Sean and Marcail, but not pushing Katie?
Well, I certainly dont think you should proposeat least not until she relaxes around you.
I have no one to blame for the way she treats me but myself.
Bills brows rose in question but Rigg didnt elaborate.
I guess Id better get to work.
All right. Are you coming to the house for supper?
Im planning on it. Are you going to make that announcement about household items for Kaitlin to the congregation in the morning?
Im planning on it.