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Maybe the most adorable thing in Santa Rosa, but definitely not a man.
Bobbie didnt know what to say. She turned her head back to the water and Jeff did the same.
I dont seem to be doing very well with this pole. Maybe Id better give it back to you.
Bobbie took the offer for what it was, a chance to return the conversation to comfortable ground. They fished for another 20 minutes and then headed back to camp for breakfast with three more fish.
Once again Jeff believed the rest of the weekend would be awkward, but all was fine. The day passed in friendship and laughter and both Jeff and Bobbie were relieved that the uncomfortable moment on the creek bank had passed without harm.
As the sun sank lower in the afternoon sky, Bobbie told Marcail to gather her things for their Saturday night bath. Jake accompanied the girls and sat well out of sight with his gun, but close enough to assist if they should call.
He had brought his Bible along, but the laughter and splashes he heard made him put his head back against the rock where he had sat down, and smile. Bobbie was always so much fun, he mused. Marcail must have thought so too, since her laughter seemed to be nonstop.
Not until this weekend did Jake notice the way Bobbie and Jeff treated each other. Maryanne had mentioned her observations to him, but he thought little of it. Jake had the distinct impression that something wasnt quite right when they returned from fishing, but the rest of the day went on in such a normal fashion that Jake doubted his own thoughts.
In fact, he put the whole thing out of his mind until he came back with the girls. He had never given any thought to it before, but a woman with wet hair needed to have privacy. At least Jake began to think so as he noticed Jeff watching Bobbie attentively.
Since Bobbies hair was short and curly she didnt do much to it until it was dry, and then all she did was fluff the waves up to make them a little fuller. With her hair in close damp curls all around her head, she looked like she had just come from her bath, which she had, and that seemed very personal to Jake.
He watched his daughter and Jeff closely for a time, but there was nothing intimate about their actions. They shared light banter and their legs were nearly touching as Marcail sat in Jeffs lap so Bobbie could brush her hair.
Jake could make no sense of it. He and Maryanne hadnt acted that way until after they were married. Jake entertained thoughts of speaking to Jeff, but prayed instead. The Lord gave him an unexpected peace and he let the matter drop in his mind.