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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
Is there a problem? Bobbie asked with quiet sensitivity.
Yes, there is, and its all my fault. You see, Sylvia is out front. She asked me to lunch last night, and
You forgot. Bobbie finished for him and raised her ordering sheet to her mouth. Her eyes told Jeff she was about to laugh, but Jeff didnt find the situation at all amusing. He had thought himself quite clever in coming up with this lunch idea to make up for the awful morning. Now this had to happen.
Jeff. Sylvias voice sounded from out in the main room and Jeff nearly groaned. Gilbert, who was listening from his place on the ladder, went out to give Jeff and Bobbie a little more time.
Go with Sylvia, Jeff. Shes waiting for you, and as I said, I have my lunch along.
Im sorry, Bobbie. You must think Im very insensitive.
Not insensitive, just forgetful, Bobbie said with another smile, and turned away so Jeff knew he could leave. His look had been heartbreaking, and Bobbie wished there was something more she could do to reassure him. He was going to have to get to know her, to understand she wasnt that sensitive.
Bobbie and Gilbert ended up eating their lunch together and talking like old friends.
How go your wedding plans? Gil asked kindly.
Well, Im not really rushing anything, Bobbie answered carefully, and Gilbert immediately keyed in on her hesitancy.
I believe I was out of line just then and should apologize.
Dont apologize, Gilbert. The truth is, Cleve has asked, but I havent answered him. Marriage is a rather big step, and Im still praying about it. Cleve told me to take all the time I need. He said he was sure he would eventually win me with his charm, Bobbie finished with a smile.
Im glad you told me, Bobbie. Ill be praying with you.
Thanks, Gilbert.
The two fell silent. Gilbert searched for a change in the subject. Will you miss living on the ocean?
You know, I really will, Bobbie admitted. The sea is always so unpredictable and I love it.
My sister-in-law Kaitlin grew up in the middle of the Pacific and she talks the same way. Ive never even seen the ocean.
You might have a chance someday. It helps to have relatives living right on the coast, but you never know, maybe when you get married you and your wife will honeymoon at the ocean.
Are you applying for the job? Gilbert teased her with a tender light in his eyes and then laughed without repentance when she blushed.
Jeff walked in on this scene. He looked from Bobbie to his brother for a moment, biting his tongue to keep from asking what Gilbert had said to make Bobbie blush.