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- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Of course you can come, she said simply. Ill discuss it with my dad and let you know what to bring.
Jeff and Marcail grinned at each other, and Bobbie was amazed to see how sincere they were. She wondered what it was that they both found so intriguing about her going camping with her family.
What Bobbie was unaware of was the way her eyes lit up when she spoke of waking up in a still forest, or going to sleep with a million stars shining overhead. She made cooking over the fire and hiking through the woods sound magical, easily capturing the attention of anyone listening.
The next day their plans were made. Marcail gained permission from her sister and Jeff asked his mother to fill in for the weekend. Bobbie was glad for something to distract her thoughts until Cleve arrived in six days. Before she knew it, Friday was upon her and the stage from Jenner would be in around suppertime.
Bobbie had the next day off, but she might as well have had Friday off, since she accomplished little. Jeff noticed her restlessness but refrained from commenting.
Around 5:30 Bobbie stood at the shipping office window watching the passengers disembark in front of the stage office. Her anxiety was overwhelming as she waited for that familiar face to appear. Finally Bobbie watched Cleve jump down from the stage, the last person off.
Taking a deep breath, she wiped her damp palms together and opened the shipping office door, completely unaware of the way Jeff and Gilbert moved to watch her from the window she had just vacated.
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Cleve spotted Bobbie the moment she emerged from the office, and he watched her approach. He searched her face, although for what he wasnt sure, and tried to smile as she came to stand before him.
At once he knew that staying away had been a mistake. He had been sure that if they were apart Bobbie would miss him. Not just miss him, but long for his companionship, as he had longed for hers. Her face told him that hadnt happened.
But he had a week in Santa Rosa, and he told himself that maybe it would be enough time to convince Bobbie Bradford that she needed to come back to Jenner.
Hello, stranger, Cleve greeted her without restraint. It was so easy to talk to Bobbie.
Hi, Cleve, how was the trip?
Long and dusty.
Im sure it was, Bobbie said with a smile. Cleve was so honest.
He didnt touch her. Even though Bobbie knew he wouldnt, she was somehow disappointed.
Are you off work now?
Yes. Would you like to come in and meet my boss?
Sure. Do you work tomorrow?
No, Im off until Monday.
Good. Cleve looked very pleased and Bobbie wondered if maybe he cared for her more than she thought. At one time the thought would have pleased her, but now. . . .
He didnt even hug her.
What?
Nothing.