He had to make arrangements for her to leave. Somehow they would manage without her. They must. For her sake. “I’m sending Dug to town for supplies. Is there anything you need?” “I have letters to post. Paquette needed a few things. I’ll make a list.” This was an opportune time. For a heartbeat he thought of telling her to prepare to accompany Dug. It was on his mind to say the words but something entirely different came from his mouth. “Do you mind staying until Paquette is better?” He couldn’t deny himself this reprieve. Besides, the truth was Paquette could not care for Meggie in her present condition. Her eyes flared with what he supposed was surprise. “Of course I will. Someone must care for Meggie.” She held his gaze. He felt her searching deep inside his thoughts, though he couldn’t guess what she hoped to find. Then, even though she didn’t move, she withdrew. Disappointment seared his lungs, making his breath burn his lips in passing. It served to remind him of his intention—not to persuade her to stay but to see she left as soon as possible.
