He didn't even have the door closed behind him when he heard a wild shriek and Marcie leaped at him, her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around him. "Hey," he laughed, holding her clear of the floor. "Hey. You're on me like a tick." She leaned away from his face. "Are you all right?" "I'm freezing and hungry. Were you scared?" She shook her head stubbornly. "Did you find the boy?" "He was found," Ian said. "Hurt and cold, but he's going to be all right. Can you warm and feed me? Would Abigail Adams do that?" "She would, and in between, she'd plow two fields and give birth.
( Robyn Carr )
[ A Virgin River Christmas ]
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