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I wondered when you two would get around to that, Troy interrupted the kissing couple. I do hope this means youre going to marry her. Troy directed this question to Jeff, doing his best to look like an enraged father while a grin split his face.
How does October fifth sound?
Great! Troy exclaimed, and hugged his sister before shaking Jeffs hand. The three walked into the house and told Maryanne, who promptly erupted into tears. She couldnt speak for some moments.
Oh Bobbie, she finally said, not caring that both Jeff and Troy were listening. Please tell me its love this time.
Bobbie looked to the tall, brown-haired man who quite literally held her heart in his grasp. Maryanne watched her daughters eyes light with love, a love that matched the tender light in Jeff Taylors eyes as he returned Bobbies gaze.
Never mind, Bobbie, she stopped her before she could speak. You just put every fear to rest.
forty-four
October 5, 1872
Bobbie Taylor was helpless with laughter or she would have tried to reason with her captor.
Now, Bobbie, just come along quietly, Rigg said in a voice as smooth as honey. Let me tell you how much better you have it than my wife did. She was stuck in a cubicle at the church.
Rigg stopped before a bedroom on the upper floor at the Walcotts and opened the door with confidence. Bobbie was amazed to see Gilbert inside.
All right, Gil, here she is. Ill head back down and you see that she doesnt escape.
Rigg bent low and kissed his new sister-in-laws cheek. Welcome to the family. Bobbie watched in silence as Rigg sailed back out the door. She turned on Gil as soon as the door shut.
Gilbert Taylor! I cant believe youre a part of this!
I had to, Bobbie, he told her with a helpless smile.
Rigg said if I didnt help I would never find my bride on my wedding day.
Bobbie truly sympathized with him and couldnt hold her laughter. Where are you going? She stopped when she saw Gilbert head for the door.
Im supposed to stand guard in the hallway.
Bobbie looked a little uncertain, and he stopped short of leaving the room.
Its all right, Bobbie. Ill be right outside the door. Just make yourself comfortable.
Bobbie tried to do as she was told, but all she did was pace. They had chosen the room well, since the door Gilbert guarded was the only exitunless she wanted to escape out a second-story window. She also noticed that the windows were all closed tight. Not that she would have shouted out one of them, but if Jeff began to look for her it would have been nice to wave at him from above.
Resigning herself to the circumstances, Bobbie finally did as Gil instructed. She sat in a chair and put her feet on a low stool. Within the space of a few minutes, she was sound asleep.