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Gilbert turned slightly in the wagon seat to stare at Jeff, who held the reins loosely in his hands and continued to mumble to himself.
What Bobbie does with Cleve is none of our business, Jeff.
I know that. Jeff answered with a long sigh and then glanced at Gilbert. But it bothered you too, didnt it?
Gilbert didnt answer, but then he didnt have to; Jeff could read his thoughts. Jeff told himself again that it was none of their business, but his feelings for Bobbie made him wonder anew how Cleve could have kept from hugging her, even though they were in public.
Theyre coming to dinner after church Sunday.
Yeah, Jeff commented quietly.
You were all prepared to hate him, werent you?
Jeff gave a small smile. I guess I was.
And it wasnt that simple, Gil remarked, and once again the two fell silent for the remainder of the ride, both contemplating the scene when Bobbie brought Cleve in to be introduced.
Mr. Taylor, this is Cleveland Ramsey. Cleve, this is my boss, Bill Taylor. The men shook hands and then Bobbie introduced Jeff and Gilbert.
Cleve conversed easily with the men, his manner quietly charming. He was knowledgeable in the shipping field because of his close contact with Jasper and Joanne, and the Taylors were impressed.
Not a big man, Cleve was a few inches taller than Bobbie, with well-built, broad shoulders and a firm handshake. He was a perfect gentleman with Bobbie, and that was a plus for a man who had points against him before the game even began.
All in all, it was a good first meeting. Jeff did some serious praying as he settled the horse and wagon in the barn for the night. He was going to be seeing Cleve with Bobbie off and on for the next week, and he might very well have to say goodbye to his friend because of Cleve.
Please, Lord, Jeff prayed, help me to trust You for Bobbies future. And help her to make the right decision.
What are you staring at, Cleve? Bobbie asked softly from her place on the front porch.
You, he answered simply, and she felt her face warm.
Supper was over and the two of them were sitting on the front porch. It was a warm summer night and the song of crickets could be heard all around them. Their silence was a comfortable one, and Cleve had enjoyed just looking at the woman across from him before she became aware of his scrutiny.
Did you want to ask me something? Bobbie questioned him uncertainly when he continued to watch her in silence.
I think Ive already done the asking, Robbie.