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- Cover
- Title Page
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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Sean Donovan
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- Dedication
- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
What? Rigg asked absently. He had the hardest time concentrating when she looked like she did today. Her dress was a pale pink with every imaginable color of flower swirled all over it. The white lace at her collar against the tanned skin of her face and dark hair was not merely distracting; it was hypnotizing.
I was just saying that everyone was very nice. I even met some of my students.
Good.
Kate finally picked up on his distracted attitude and became concerned. Are you feeling well?
Riggs just having a little heart trouble, Jeff answered as he approached and dropped an arm around Kaitlins shoulders, as though he were a long lost brother. Kate could see he was having one on her.
Honestly, Jeff, youd think I was a hitching post the way you lean on me! But she wasnt really upset.
Rigg, who had been sending warning glances to his smiling, unrepentant brother, reached up and tossed Jeffs arm away. Riggs hands went to Kaitlins waist and he swung her up onto the wagon seat. Jeff looked at the way Katie spread her skirts on half of the seat and then to Rigg who still stood by the wagon.
I suppose this means Ill be riding in the back?
Maybe you can find something back there to lean on, Rigg replied dryly, and Kate laughed.
Jeff grumbled good-naturedly as he boarded and when the wagon pulled away he leaned against the seat back, his legs stretched out before him. He waved at friends and made a few observations as Rigg drove away.
Hey Katie, have you still got that black dress I first saw you in at the schoolhouse?
Yes.
Maybe you should wear it to church.
What is he talking about? Kate inquired of Rigg.
I think my brother, in his own klutzy way, is trying to tell you that you were turning heads as we left church today.
Kate turned in her seat to look back at the churchyard and then to Rigg to see if hed been serious. He had.
Thats ridiculous, Kate said primly. My skin is much too dark to be considered attractive and my jaw is too square. Kaitlin scowled as both men shouted with laughter.
I dont know whats so funny about that. Honestly, if any of my class is witnessing this display Ill have my hands full in the morning. But even with her stern words they continued to laugh.
I wish Id ridden with your folks, she finally said, and Jeff and Rigg made an attempt to control themselves.
Are you really mad? Jeff coaxed from the back.
Furious! Kaitlin said, as she smiled and waved at Marcail in the wagon in front of them. Rigg glanced back at Jeff and the two men exchanged a smile.