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It took me awhile to fall asleep, but once I went out, it was for the night. Jeff rubbed his back and Bobbie asked what was wrong.
I think I missed one of the rocks under my bedroll, and it left a permanent dent in my back.
Troy and Bobbie laughed without compassion. They laughed again a few minutes later when Jeff looked in the creel and told Troy he was impressed with his fishing ability.
What did I say? he asked after the laughter died down.
Tell him, Bobbie, Troy prompted her.
Strangely enough, Bobbie was a little embarrassed. When she didnt say anything, Jeff sat down beside her and took the pole from her hands.
You really should have brought Gil along. Hes the best fisherman in the family. But then Im not sure he could compete with you, Bobbie, since Im sure you must be the one who caught most of those fish.
Thinking that Jeff never took long to catch on, Bobbie didnt look at him. She was still angry with herself for the way her face heated up, and knowing that he was staring at her profile just caused her face to flush all over again.
Ill take these back, Troy said after a moment. When you catch more you can string them. Bobbie and Jeff were silent as they listened to the sound of Troys footsteps. Bobbie glanced over at Jeff to find him still staring at her. She returned the look and wondered what he was thinking. She didnt wait long to find out.
thirty-five
You were embarrassed in front of me just now. I want to know why. Jeffs voice was undemanding, but Bobbie knew he would sit right where he was until he had an answer.
Come on, Bobbie, he coaxed after a moment. There isnt anything you cant tell me.
Its just my pride, Jeff, she admitted quietly.
I dont understand.
Bobbie ran a self-conscious hand through her hair, wishing she had taken a comb to it. It doesnt matter that our friendship isnt a romantic one, Jeff; no girl likes to be caught with her hair uncombed, wearing denim pants, and catching fish so well that shes mistaken for a man. Bobbie shrugged apologetically. Like I said, Jeff, its just my pride.
Jeff stared at her incredulously. Was she serious? It took him a moment to see that she was. I dont think theres anything you could do, Bobbie, Jeff replied softly, that would cause you to be mistaken for a man.
It was Bobbies turn to stare. Jeff returned her scrutiny, their eyes meeting with questions and a hesitancy that had never been present in their relationship before.
Bobbie watched as Jeffs eyes dropped to her mouth, and her throat went dry. With his free hand he reached out to touch the corner of her mouth with a single finger, just brushing it with a single caress. He shook his head slowly as he spoke in a whisper.