Chapters (241)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- sixty-one
- epilogue
- Dedication
- The Taylor and Donovan Families—1871
- Prologue
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- epilogue
- Sean Donovan
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Visalia and Santa Rosa Families—1876
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- Epilogue
- Dedication
- Willits and Santa Rosa Families—1881
- Dear Marcail
- prologue
- one
- two
- three
- four
- five
- six
- seven
- eight
- nine
- ten
- eleven
- twelve
- thirteen
- fourteen
- fifteen
- sixteen
- seventeen
- eighteen
- nineteen
- twenty
- twenty-one
- twenty-two
- twenty-three
- twenty-four
- twenty-five
- twenty-six
- twenty-seven
- twenty-eight
- twenty-nine
- thirty
- thirty-one
- thirty-two
- thirty-three
- thirty-four
- thirty-five
- thirty-six
- thirty-seven
- thirty-eight
- thirty-nine
- forty
- forty-one
- forty-two
- forty-three
- forty-four
- forty-five
- forty-six
- forty-seven
- forty-eight
- forty-nine
- fifty
- fifty-one
- fifty-two
- fifty-three
- fifty-four
- fifty-five
- fifty-six
- fifty-seven
- fifty-eight
- fifty-nine
- sixty
- epilogue
- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Bobbie let herself cry against her fathers shirt. When she pulled away he offered her his handkerchief. Bobbie shook her head and reached into her skirt pocket. Her own was so damp from her cry on the porch that she giggled.
Jake recognized the signs of exhaustion and turned her toward the stairs.
Good night, honey.
Good night, Dad.
Jake turned back to the living room, reaching as he walked to put his handkerchief into his pocket. His wifes face stayed the movement. He joined her on the couch, handed her the cloth in his hand, and pulled her against his chest.
He didnt ask Maryanne why she was crying, since he was sure she wouldnt be able to answer. But he suspected that it might have something to do with the light they saw in Troys eyes in the last weeks and whether or not Bobbies eyes would ever have that gleam.
thirty
Well-rested and ready to take Santa Rosa by storm the next morning, Cleve and Bobbie borrowed one of the Taylors wagons. Bobbie took Cleve over every square inch of her hometown. Cleve was truly impressed.
No wonder you missed living hereits a great city.
I think so, Bobbie said with a smile.
Im going to miss that smile, Robbie.
And Im going to miss being called Robbie.
They looked at each other for a moment and Bobbie silently praised God with a sense of wonder in her heart. It was miraculous that they could be friends after they had talked of marriage.
Their last stop on the way home was the shipping office so they could collect Bobbies pay for the week. Bill, Gilbert, and Cleve became involved in a discussion as soon as they walked in the door, and Jeff, offering a ridiculous excuse, nearly dragged Bobbie to the back room.
Hows it going? He whispered close to her ear as soon as they were at the back of the room.
How is what going?
You know, with Cleve.
Its fine, Bobbie answered, a bit puzzled. Weve had a lovely day.
So its going all right between you two?
Yes.
When do you leave for Jenner?
In the shadowy room Bobbie didnt catch the pained look on Jeffs face, but his voice told her something was wrong. She knew it was time to explain.
Jeff, Im not going to Jenner.
Youre not?
No.
Why not?
Bobbie brought her hands up to frame Jeffs face. He was bent over her and Bobbie spoke while holding his face very close to her own, thinking as she did that he was such a dear friend.
Jeffrey, Cleve and I are not going to be married. But we are still friends, and hes going to stay the week because this is a break from work for him.
Even after Bobbie dropped her hands it took a moment for Jeff to respond. How long have you known you werent going to marry Cleve?
For a while now.