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Thats very nice of you, Jeff, but you dont have to do that. Bobbie was in no way fooled by this sudden invitation. Jeff was still feeling badly about the morning and Bobbie admitted to herself that it had been very upsetting, but it was nothing to feel guilty about for the remainder of the day.
I know I dont have to. I want to.
Bobbie smiled at him, but didnt answer. He was different now than when she had known him before, very different. In fact, it was like getting to know a complete stranger. She knew his treatment of her that morning had not been out of rudeness and Bobbie wished she knew him well enough to know what was going on inside his head.
Jeff had no idea how handsome he looked to Bobbie at that moment, as he looked at her in silent entreaty. He really is wonderful to look at, she told herself, still wishing she knew him better.
I brought my lunch. Bobbie tried another tactic after a moment of silence.
Then take it home with you. Jeff was not to be dissuaded.
Bobbie cocked her head to one side. Has anyone ever called you pushy?
I think you just did, Jeff answered, and deliberately mimicked Bobbies movement with his head.
Bobbie put her head to the other side and Jeff did the same. She told herself not to smile. After all, she reasoned, it would only encourage him.
Youre trying not to smile, Jeff said knowingly, and it was too much for Bobbie. Her grin nearly split her face.
Will you go?
Yes.
Jeffs grin was triumphant and Bobbie shook her head in mock disapproval as she headed into the back room.
thirteen
The next hour saw a buzz of activity in the front of the shipping office. Gil and Bobbie worked steadily in the back, with an occasional trip out front to help Jeff and Bill.
The inventory would have been done long before lunch if Bobbie hadnt needed to leave. It was nearing 1:00 when Jeff looked up to see Sylvia walking in the door.
I figured something like this must have happened. I can see youve been very busy, so Ill forgive you if you come to lunch right now, like you were supposed to an hour ago.
Jeff caught himself just before he began to babble. How in the world could he have forgotten that Sylvia asked him to lunch at her sisters? Now what was he going to do?
Sylvia, who had been smiling at him and was obviously in good humor, was beginning to frown over the way Jeff stood and stared at her in mute indecision.
Ill be right with you, Jeff finally said, then rushed into the back room, leaving Sylvia alone.
Were almost finished. Are you ready to leave? Bobbie spoke as Jeff approached.
Not exactly. Jeff said the words carefully, mentally measuring how he was going to explain.