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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Hello, Bobbie. Bill greeted his new employee warmly and shook her hand. They talked about her trip and whether or not she was settled in, and then May pulled the youngster closer to their circle of conversation.
Bobbie, Id like you to meet Marcail Donovan. Marcail, this is Bobbie Bradford. Shes going to be working here at the office for awhile. Marcails sister Kaitlin is married to our Rigg.
Its nice to meet you, Marcail. Bobbie smiled kindly and held out her hand. Marcail must have instantly liked what she saw because she shook Bobbies hand with enthusiasm.
My sisters going to have a baby, Marcail informed Bobbie seriously.
And youll be Aunt Marcail, Bobbie replied with a smile. I think thats wonderful. I have a niece and a nephew and theyre so much fun. I know youll love being an aunt. The little girl beamed at her newfound friend before May claimed Bobbie once again and began showing her the desk where she would do the majority of her work.
The shipping company was located in a spacious building on a corner lot. The office had a sectioned-off corner for a private office for Bill, whose window overlooked the side street. Bobbies desk, formerly Mays, sat in the opposite corner with a complete view of the entire room as well as the large windows that looked out over the loading area and the street.
May sensed immediately that Bobbie had a complete knowledge of the job. She knew everyone had his own way of doing things and wanted to leave Bobbie to her task as soon as possible. Ten minutes later May left so Marcail would not be late for school, telling Bobbie if she needed anything to knock on Bills door.
May was not gone ten seconds when a woman came in wanting to send a package to San Francisco. Upon meeting Bobbie, the woman wanted complete details as to the whereabouts of May. Bobbie, with her kind attitude and ready smile, explained to her who she was and why May was not there. At the desk Bobbie recorded all the information for the package before accompanying the woman out to her buggy, where she gave Bobbie the large parcel she wanted sent.
The package wasnt so much heavy as it was awkward, and Bobbie walked back inside, peeking over the top of it as she moved. After closing the door she turned without looking and ran into someone whose arms came out and lifted the burden from her. Bobbies head tipped back to see who was before her. Jeff Taylor stood regarding her with serious, almost hesitant eyes.
Bobbie grinned into those eyes, her own filled with friendship and something that might have been defined as tenderness. She had already given much thought as to how hard this might be for him.
Hello, Jeff, she said softly. Jeffs relief was so great he sighed audibly.