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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- About the Author
He complied this time, and Bobbie searched Jeffs face from behind her lenses. This is why God told you to trust Him, Bobbie said to herself as she clearly saw the love in Jeffs eyes.
Why, Bobbiewhy has it taken us so long to see what everyone else has seen for weeks?
I dont know, Bobbie answered, and truly she didnt. Do you still want that kiss?
Jeffs eyes narrowed with emotional fervor, and that was enough answer for Bobbie. Her hands framed either side of his face and she kissed him tenderly on the lips. Bobbie would have broken the kiss after a brief moment, but Jeffs arms had come around her, causing her own to slide without prompting around his neck. She returned his kiss with every drop of longing she had ever felt.
Bobbie was still a little dazed when Jeff stepped away from her with his hands on her shoulders.
Dont kiss me like that again until after were married.
Bobbie smiled. And when will that be?
Hows this evening? The look on Jeffs face was so comical that Bobbie giggled. That laugh got her kissed again, and Gilbert, in the outer room, smiled at the silence.
Why is the storeroom door shut? Bill wanted to know as he exited the office.
Jeff and Bob are in there.
Are they talking?
Some of the time, Gil answered with a grin.
Bill looked at the closed portal and then back at his son. The two grinned at each other and Gilbert watched his father sigh with relief.
Its about time, isnt it, Gilbert?
The younger mans smile widened. Yes, Dad, youre right. More than enough time.
forty-three
The hours after lunch evaporated in a dreamy haze for Bobbie. Jeff had a few errands to run and Bobbie made an effort to keep her mind on the job, but Gilbert repeated questions twice before she heard and she forgot the names of two customers. After the second such customer went out the door, Bobbie looked up to see Bill grinning at her. He had been uptown and had just come in.
Jeff tells me youre staying. Father and son had run into each other outside the office and Jeff told his father of his plans.
I did quit, Bobbie said almost hesitantly. Did you hire someone else?
Bill had no chance to answer because May shot in the door as if she had been chased by hounds.
Oh Bobbie, Bobbie! I cant believe it. I just talked to Jeff and he told me. I didnt think hed ever come to his senses! Bobbie was enfolded in Mays loving embrace, and over her shoulder Bobbie could see that Bill was still grinning.
Bill! May suddenly turned on her husband. Why havent you given this girl the day off? Why, she hasnt even had a chance to tell her family!
Well, I Bill started, but May cut him off.