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Ill be fine, thanks Marc. With those words Kate swung around and started down the road. Without Marcail, her long legs made quick work of the distance. Jeff, Gil and Marcail passed her and not too far from the farm Rigg and Sean came abreast of her. Kate stopped and watched as Rigg handed the reins to Sean and jumped down. Rigg was silent until Sean had pulled away.
How was your day?
Okay, Kate answered quietly and when she stumbled a moment later, Rigg reached to steady her. He knew when she side-stepped his touch that he had to ask.
Katie, have I done something to upset you?
No. Kaitlin answered honestly and with a little frustration. She had thought about Marshall Riggs all afternoon. She had come to the conclusion that she could fall in love with this man, but her life was so unsettled right now she didnt feel they had a chance. He hadnt even met her father. For that matter she didnt even know where her father was. A sudden image of his ship going down sprang to mind and Kaitlin felt a little sick.
Then what is wrong?
What? Kates voice was distracted and breathless and Rigg brought her to a halt with a hand on her arm.
Kaitlin, what is wrong? His voice and face were a picture of determination and Kaitlin looked at him helplessly.
I dont know exactly.
Have I done something?
I dont think so. It was a vague reply but Kaitlin was suddenly feeling frightened. Rigg read all of those feelings in her eyes and one vast hand came up to tenderly cup her face. His voice was whisper soft when he spoke.
Katie, whatever youre running from, run to me.
His eyes, having gone from gray to black, held hers captive and Kate stood mute for a long moment. She didnt know what to say or do. Running to him would be so easy. Being caught and held in those arms would be a haven of comfort like shed never dreamed of.
But her mother had only been dead a few months and her father had not been in touch, plus the fact that Sean and Marcail needed her to be strong. She said something in soft Hawaiian and carefully pulled free of Riggs hold.
He released her, longing as he did, to know what she had said. But it was obvious that this perplexed woman needed more time. It was a quiet couple that made their way to the farmhouse for supper.
thirty-five
With Sean in tow, Rigg was at his parents home bright and early the next morning, asking Kate to ride to church with them. He had been very watchful of her and considered the possibility that she was coming down with something or that she was just plain exhausted.