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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- About the Author
Now that would be telling! Bobbie said, and then accompanied Jeff to the kitchen, where he set up the game. Jeff and Bobbie found themselves evenly matched.
When Jeff took too long to make his move, Bobbie would begin drumming her fingernails on the table. The scheme worked every time. Thinking she was merely distracting him, Bobbie was unaware of how drawn Jeff was to her beautifully shaped nails and exquisite small hands.
Jeff, on the other hand, found that nothing could distract his opponent from her move. She would cock her head in the way he found so adorable and study the board as if the checkers themselves were going to talk to her.
Jeff thought that if he bent over and kissed Bobbies exposed neck, it would definitely snag her attention! Jeff suddenly sat up a little straighten. He was so shocked by the direction his thoughts had taken that when it was finally his turn, he just sat in flabbergasted surprise.
Jeff-rey, Bobbie called in a singsong voice for the second time.
Oh, was all he said, and Bobbie could see he was returning from miles away.
We can stop if youre tired. Bobbies voice had become very soft, and she tried to read Jeffs mood from the look on his face. He was staring at her so strangely.
After a moment Bobbies hand went to her hair in a self-conscious gesture and then traveled to her glasses to finger the frames. Her movements pulled Jeff back to the presentthe movements and the disturbingly vulnerable look on Bobbies face.
Well now, Jeff said with a shake of his head, his tone light, I was certainly out of things just then.
We can quit, Jeff.
There it was again, Jeff thought, finally putting his finger on the look. How many times had he seen Bobbie look at him with that expression of tender concern? But there was also a hesitancy in that look which told Jeff she was afraid her desire to help would be rejected.
Id like to finish the game.
Okay, Bobbie agreed, its still your move. She wasnt at all sure what had bothered him just then, but his light tone told her he was either all right or didnt want to talk about it.
Did Sylvia come into the office this week?
No, I dont think sothat is, I didnt see her. Hasnt she come to visit you?
No, she hasnt, but thats because were not seeing each other right now.
Oh Jeff, Im sorry.
No, its all right. Ive been burdened for a good while that I need to begin focusing on things other than my social life. It seems as though thats all Ive lived for lately.