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It was mid-morning and Rigg sat at his desk, fidgeting with the sack of dry goods he had not yet delivered to Kaitlin. He was concentrating on the conversation hed had with Sean over breakfast.
I sort of wish Kate and Marc had stayed at your folks.
Why?
Im just afraid that theyll starve to death. I mean, Kate is a great teacher but shes never had to do everything before. Marc is trying to help, but when she packed the lunch yesterday, she took molasses, yeast cakes and raisins.
So all your sisters had for lunch yesterday was raisins?
I had an extra piece of chicken that I shared with them. Rigg noted that Sean looked very guilty. Rigg tried to choose words to help ease that guilt.
Kaitlin could ask for help.
She probably never even considered it. She thinks of it as a challenge that shes never met before and thinks she should jump in and do it.
Why dont you ask them to supper here tonight? Im not a gourmet, but I can ask Kate if she needs me to show her anything. The conversation ended then as both men went their separate ways.
Now Rigg sat at his desk, his face almost brooding, praying about a way to help Kate without overstepping himself.
Im in love with a woman who cant cook. Rigg spoke softly even as a smile came over his face. He froze when he heard steps behind him.
Its not like you to talk to yourself Rigg, Jeff said quietly. Want me to leave?
No, come on in. Rigg watched as his brother folded his long frame into a chair. He dwelt briefly on the fact that the young ladies at church were very attracted to Jeffrey Taylor but he never responded in kind. It looked for a time as though Jeff might be headed for trouble where girls were concerned, but something had happened when Jeff was still a teen that seemingly changed him forever.
Rigg knew his younger brother to be as desirous of a wife as he was and wondered how Jeff was feeling about what hed just overheard. He decided to ask him.
I think the word infatuation fits a little better than love does, Rigg.
You think its too soon for me to be in love then?
The younger man shifted uncomfortably over the vulnerable look on his brothers face. He, quite frankly, thought the world of his older brother and it was hard to see him unhappy. And then there was Kaitlin. It was not at all hard to see why Rigg believed himself to be in love.