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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
By the time the guests began to leave, the gift table was laden and the food tables were nearly bare. Cleanup was a momentous task and Bobbie was again involved. She had just pushed a wheeled cart into a rather secluded dining room where Mrs. Walcott kept her large platters, in the bottom drawer of a buffet, when she felt her glasses fall from her face.
Quickly reacting this time, she grasped both pieces as they slid down her front. She had been standing for at least five minutes trying to put them together on her own when she heard someone enter the room.
Your mother told me I might find you in here.
Oh, hi, Jeff. She now knew his voice so well. My glasses came apart. I know how to fix them when they break like this, but I just cant get it.
Here, let me have a go.
Bobbie surrendered the glasses to his capable hands, and as always drew very close to watch him work. Jeff was able to snap them back together, and Bobbie waited while he wiped the lenses before placing them gently back on her face.
He leaned close as he always did when helping her with her spectacles, and even after the lenses were in place he stayed bent over her, their noses nearly touching.
Jeff smiled as Bobbies eyes focused on him. Bobbie smiled back, thinking how much she had missed being close to him. When Jeff did not immediately move away, Bobbie acted without thought. She put one hand, almost a caress, against the side of Jeffs face and pressed her lips to his.
As though completely forgetting that she had no right to do such a thing, Bobbie did not immediately check herself and step away, making the moment she did realize she was actually kissing Jeff the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her.
Jeffs gaze was very tender as Bobbie broke the kiss and took a hasty step backward, but she didnt notice. With one hand to her throat, she began to stutter.
Jeff, Im s-sorry. I c-cant think what c-came over m-me.
Bobbie, honey
No, Jeff, dont say anything. Im just so sorry. Bobbie turned away from him then, and when she looked back, there were tears in her eyes. Sylvia will never forgive me, she whispered.
Bobbie, please
Jeff stopped and didnt follow her when she rushed past him and out of the room. He found himself looking around and thanking God that the room had provided privacy. The last thing they had needed was witnesses. Jeff exited the room determined to find her and clear things up, but she was nowhere to be found.