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- About the Author
Is that right? Jeffs hands had come to his hips and he stood regarding the sassy little blonde beside him.
Yes, thats right. Dont you agree, Gilbert?
Ill agree to anything for a free meal.
Jeff could see that he was outnumbered and gave in gracefully. Once at the hotel, they all ordered the special of the day and the men finished their meal with pie. Sipping her coffee as they made short work of dessert, Bobbie told herself to make time for the post office before she returned to work. The rule in the Bradford family was simple: Anyone who had time to get to the post office brought home the mail.
Bobbie told her lunch companions that she would see them back at the office, but when she told them where she was going, they decided to go with her. Bobbie had two letters from Jenner, one from a girlfriend and the other from Cleve.
They were back at the office before Jeff realized she had received mail from a man. He couldnt resist teasing her, even though he was well aware of her engagement. The letter was lying unopened on her desk, and when things were quiet, Jeff spotted it.
Whats this? Jeff said with delight. Youre not getting mail from a man, are you, Bobbie? Jeff had picked up the letter and was examining it closely. Whats his name now? Oh, Cleveland. Hmm, what do you suppose he has to say?
Does the word busybody mean anything to you, Jeffrey? Now give that back to me. Laughing, Bobbie had come out of her chair. She reached for the letter but Jeff sidestepped her. He held it behind his back.
Bobbie stood with her arms folded across her chest, her foot tapping the floor. Are you going to give me that letter?
Just like that? Give it back when Im having such fun teasing you? Jeff brought the letter out and waved it in the air like a trophy. Bobbie made a grab for it and felt her fingernail scrape against his hand.
Ive scratched you! Bobbie was aghast. She had never done such a thing before.
Its all right.
No it isnt. Im going to cut these nails right now.
No, Jeff nearly shouted as Bobbie headed for her handbag. Im fine, Bobbie, dont cut your nails on my account.
Jeff, I scratched you! Bobbie repeated herself as if that explained everything.
Its nothing. Look. Jeff thrust his hand out and Bobbie saw that he was right. It was a tiny mark on the surface of the skin that would probably disappear if he rubbed it.
Please dont cut your nails.
It could have been much worse, Jeff. I really shouldnt keep them so long. And really, Jeff, I cant believe it even matters to you.
I just think your hands are very pretty and that itd be a shame to cut your nails.