His Amish Sweetheart by Jo Ann Brown Read Free Book Online Page A

their heads in silent grace, their shared joy had been like a glow around them.
    Watching Nathaniel with the kinder , she wanted that for him. Too bad she and he were just friends. Otherwise—
    Where had that thought come from? He was her buddy, her partner in crime, her competitor to see who could run the fastest or climb the highest. She had told him she’d marry him when they were little kids, something that made her blush when she thought of how outrageously she’d acted, but they weren’t kinder any longer.
    When Nathaniel called a halt to the game, saying it was time for lunch, the youngsters tried not to show their disappointment. They cheered when he said he had fresh cider waiting for them on a picnic table by the kitchen door.
    They raced past Esther to get their lunch boxes. She smiled as she went to help Nathaniel collect the pieces of cardboard.
    â€œQuite a game you have here,” she said. “Did you make it up?”
    As he folded the long cardboard strips and set them upright in one of the boxes, he shook his head. “Not me alone. It’s one we played in Indiana. We invented it the summer after I couldn’t go sledding all winter.”
    â€œWhy? Were you sick?”
    â€œJa.”
    â€œAll winter?”
    â€œYou know how mamms can be. Always worrying.” He gathered the last bits of cardboard and dropped them into the other box. Brushing dirt off himself, he grimaced as he tapped his left knee. “Grass stains on my gut church clothes. Mamm wouldn’t be happy to see that.”
    He looked very handsome in his black vest and trousers, which gave his dark hair a ruddy sheen. The white shirt emphasized his strong arms and shoulders. She’d noticed his shoulders when she tumbled against him at school.
    â€œIf you want,” she said when she realized she was staring. “I’ll clean them.”
    â€œI can’t ask you to do that.” He carried the boxes to the porch. “You’ve got enough to do keeping up with your brothers.”
    â€œOne more pair of trousers won’t make any difference.” She smiled as she walked with him toward the kitchen door. “Trust me.”
    â€œI do, and my alpacas do, too. It was amazing how you calmed them.”
    â€œI’ll teach you.”
    â€œI don’t know if I can convince them to trust me as they do you. It might be impossible. Though obviously not for Esther Stoltzfus, the alpaca whisperer.”
    She laughed, then halted when she saw a buggy driving at top speed along the farm lane. Even from a distance, she recognized her brother Isaiah driving it. She glanced at Nathaniel, then ran to where the buggy was stopping. Only something extremely important would cause Isaiah to leave his blacksmith shop in the middle of the day.
    He climbed out, his face lined with dismay. “Esther, where are the kinder ?”
    â€œBehind the house having lunch.”
    â€œGut.” He looked from her to Nathaniel. “There’s no way to soften this news. Titus Fisher has had a massive stroke and is on his way to the hospital.”
    Esther gasped and pressed her hands to her mouth.
    â€œAre you here to get the boy?” asked Nathaniel.
    â€œI’m not sure he should go to the hospital until Titus is stable.” Isaiah turned to her. “What do you think, Esther?”
    â€œI think he needs to be told his onkel is sick, but nothing more now. No need to scare him. Taking him to the hospital can wait until we know more.”
    â€œThat’s what I thought, but you know him better than I do.” He sighed. “The poor kind . He’s already suffered enough. Tonight—”
    â€œHe can stay here,” Nathaniel said quietly.
    â€œAre you sure?” her brother asked, surprised.
    â€œI’ve got plenty of room,” Nathaniel said, “and the boy seems fascinated by my alpacas.”
    Isaiah looked at her for confirmation.
    She nodded,