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Chapter 8

The elegant ring of the doorbell woke Bobby. He groaned and sat up. What time is it? 9:30. "Ugh." He pulled on a pair of dark jeans and walked downstairs as the doorbell rang again. "Coming!" He called. When he opened the door, a cute couple with a little boy the same age as Chloe stood there.

"Hi," The man said, "I'm Jonathan Taylor, this is my wife Michelle, and this is our son Michael. We don't get new neighbors very often so when the movers came we instantly wanted to meet you." he paused, "I hope we didn't wake you up?"

"Naw," he waved it off, "no worries mate. I'm Bobby Manning, pleased to meet you." He opened the door wider to let them in and shook their hands. "I slept in longer than usual, anyways. Uh, make yourselves at home; the family room is just down that hall. Let me go wake my wife and get dressed properly. Excuse me."

He walked up the stairs, Good thing we got those family and wedding pictures as soon as we did. He lightly knocked on the door to Tara's bedroom."Tara, we have company."

She opened the door, already fully dressed. He mentally kicked himself, I could have at least put a shirt on.

Tara swallowed, Not again. "Okay, get dressed then tell get Chloe to get up, remind her to call us Mom and Dad," she whispered.

"Yep, no problem." He said. "You look nice, Tara."

"Glad you noticed, I'm really trying to take advantage of no dress code. "Tara wore a bright yellow halter top under a fuchsia tub-top and light blue-jean shorts. She was above all glad to go barefoot.

Tara jogged down the stairs and found the living room surprisingly without getting lost. "Hi! I'm Tara." She shook their hands as they introduced them selves, first the brunette wife, the blonde haired husband and last the little guy gave a shy handshake, his dirty blonde hair spiked up. "That's a strong grip you've got there."

The little child showed off his muscles and Tara pretended to be impressed. "Wow! You must be really strong!"

"Um-hmm." He nodded his head vigorously.

"Don't mind him," Michelle apologized, "he has an ego the size of Mars. I think he gets it from his father."

Tara laughed. "I'm just glad I don't have a son to take after Bobby, now there's a man who has ego." She didn't notice Bobby in the room. He snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She turned her head and he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She was surprised but disguised it with a smile.

"Were you talking about me behind my back, sheila?" He asked playfully.

"What gives you that idea, Bobby?" She turned to their guests who were smiling, except for Michael, who seemed embarrassed by the 'smooching'. "I take it you've met the man of the house?"

"Sure have." Jonathan answered.

"Bobby," Tara asked, "where's Chloe?"

"Right here Mommy!" She ran into the room in the most adorable little dress Tara had ever seen. For a mother that didn't really love her, Connie McGee had sure spent a lot of money on Chloe. The dress was knee length; it was light yellow with a inch wide twine of bright blue lace around the waist. The spaghetti straps were also from the same lace, with a bow on the beginning of the right side. Her little white sandals had a glove fit on her feet. "I got dressed all by myself. Except Daddy combed my hair and put on my shoes, and picked out my outfit, but I put it on myself! But I couldn't zip it all the way, so Daddy did that, too."

The adults laughed and Chloe blushed as she swung her folded hands in front of her. "Chlo', why don't you show Michael around the house?" Bobby asked.

She giggled. "Daddy! I don't even know our house yet!" Chloe said, as if her Daddy had just said the stupidest thing in the world.

Tara offered, "I could show Michelle and the kids around the house, and you extra-large kids could do some manly thing."

Bobby kissed Tara on the cheek and she blushed, Sigh, "You're brilliant." He jerked his head towards the door leading outside, "How about we take advantage of this time, mate?"

"I'd be glad to." Jon agreed. The two men were gone.

"Mommy," Chloe tugged on Tara's shorts, "can we go play outside?"

"As long as your dad's watching you." Tara allowed.

"Thanks Mommy!" The two children ran to the door.

Tara called after them, "Careful by the pool! Don't wander off!"

Michelle called at the same time, "Make sure Daddy's watching you, Michael!"

Tara gave Michelle the grand tour and as she did Tara found that they really had a lot in common. Before they knew it, it was noon so Tara invited them to stay for lunch.

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