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place of our own.”
She smiled. They rode in companionable silence the rest of the way home, and Karen enjoyed the familiar
clippety-clop
of the horse’s hooves against the pavement as the buggy rocked gently from side to side. She loved being with Will like this and was pleased that he was in such a pleasant mood. The things that had been bothering him last week were obviously no longer on his mind.
Karen rested her head on Will’s shoulder and closed her eyes, sending up a silent prayer.
Dear Lord, thank You for the fun evening Will and I shared with our friends. Help us remember to talk about our feelings when we’re upset or concerned about something. And help me be the kind of wife Will needs. Amen
.
When Will turned the horse and buggy up the lane leading to Karen’s house, she lifted her head from his shoulder and sighed. “I wish our evening didn’t have to end so soon, and—”
Will stopped the horse, pulled Karen close, and halted her words with a kiss so sweet she felt as if she could melt right into his arms.
“I’ve been waiting all evening to do that,” he whispered against her ear.
“I’ve been hoping you would.”
He nuzzled the top of her head with his chin. “I wish December would hurry up and get here. I can hardly wait to make you my wife.”
“And I can’t wait for you to be my husband. Happy birthday, Will.”
C HAPTER 9
A s Frank headed down the road in one of his delivery trucks toward East Earl, Pennsylvania, he thought about the business he’d established ten years ago. Things had gone well for him in that regard. He had several drivers but was shorthanded this week because a couple of men were sick. That meant Frank had to make some runs himself. But that was okay; he rather enjoyed being behind the wheel of a semi, although he wouldn’t want to drive full-time anymore.
Frank clicked on the radio and sang along with the country-western song blaring through the speakers. It was one of his all-time favorites—“On the Road Again.”
His thoughts turned to the discussion he’d had with Megan a few nights ago. He had promised her that he’d be in a good mood during the holidays. He hoped he could keep that promise. In order to do it, however, he would need to focus on Megan and the girls and not allow himself to think about the son he’d left with Regina and Mark Stoltzfus.
By the time Frank had turned onto the highway leading to East Earl, he’d convinced himself that he could put his thoughts about Will on hold throughout the holidays and stay in a pleasant mood for his family.
He’d only gone a few miles when he spotted a buggy tipped on its side along the shoulder of the road. The horse that had been pulling the buggy lay on its side, too, and it wasn’t moving. A car parked in front of the buggy had a dent in one fender.
Frank pulled over and reached for his cell phone. He was about to call 911 when he heard sirens in the distance. Apparently someone had already called for help.
Frank hopped out of his truck and raced across the street. “Is anyone hurt?” he called to the middle-aged man standing beside the car.
“I’m fine. The Amish man who was driving the buggy went to one of the nearby farms for help. He was shaken up a bit, and he’s got some bumps and bruises, but I think he’ll be okay.” The man pointed first to the buggy and then to the horse. “I’m afraid the buggy will require some work, but that poor animal’s not so lucky.”
Frank slowly shook his head. “That’s a shame.”
The man nodded. “I feel really bad about hitting the horse and buggy, but I didn’t see the buggy going down the hill until it was too late.”
The sirens grew closer, and Frank glanced at his watch. “I’ve got a delivery to make, so unless you need my help, I’d better be on my way.”
“No problem. Help will be here soon.”
Frank sprinted across the street
She smiled. They rode in companionable silence the rest of the way home, and Karen enjoyed the familiar
clippety-clop
of the horse’s hooves against the pavement as the buggy rocked gently from side to side. She loved being with Will like this and was pleased that he was in such a pleasant mood. The things that had been bothering him last week were obviously no longer on his mind.
Karen rested her head on Will’s shoulder and closed her eyes, sending up a silent prayer.
Dear Lord, thank You for the fun evening Will and I shared with our friends. Help us remember to talk about our feelings when we’re upset or concerned about something. And help me be the kind of wife Will needs. Amen
.
When Will turned the horse and buggy up the lane leading to Karen’s house, she lifted her head from his shoulder and sighed. “I wish our evening didn’t have to end so soon, and—”
Will stopped the horse, pulled Karen close, and halted her words with a kiss so sweet she felt as if she could melt right into his arms.
“I’ve been waiting all evening to do that,” he whispered against her ear.
“I’ve been hoping you would.”
He nuzzled the top of her head with his chin. “I wish December would hurry up and get here. I can hardly wait to make you my wife.”
“And I can’t wait for you to be my husband. Happy birthday, Will.”
C HAPTER 9
A s Frank headed down the road in one of his delivery trucks toward East Earl, Pennsylvania, he thought about the business he’d established ten years ago. Things had gone well for him in that regard. He had several drivers but was shorthanded this week because a couple of men were sick. That meant Frank had to make some runs himself. But that was okay; he rather enjoyed being behind the wheel of a semi, although he wouldn’t want to drive full-time anymore.
Frank clicked on the radio and sang along with the country-western song blaring through the speakers. It was one of his all-time favorites—“On the Road Again.”
His thoughts turned to the discussion he’d had with Megan a few nights ago. He had promised her that he’d be in a good mood during the holidays. He hoped he could keep that promise. In order to do it, however, he would need to focus on Megan and the girls and not allow himself to think about the son he’d left with Regina and Mark Stoltzfus.
By the time Frank had turned onto the highway leading to East Earl, he’d convinced himself that he could put his thoughts about Will on hold throughout the holidays and stay in a pleasant mood for his family.
He’d only gone a few miles when he spotted a buggy tipped on its side along the shoulder of the road. The horse that had been pulling the buggy lay on its side, too, and it wasn’t moving. A car parked in front of the buggy had a dent in one fender.
Frank pulled over and reached for his cell phone. He was about to call 911 when he heard sirens in the distance. Apparently someone had already called for help.
Frank hopped out of his truck and raced across the street. “Is anyone hurt?” he called to the middle-aged man standing beside the car.
“I’m fine. The Amish man who was driving the buggy went to one of the nearby farms for help. He was shaken up a bit, and he’s got some bumps and bruises, but I think he’ll be okay.” The man pointed first to the buggy and then to the horse. “I’m afraid the buggy will require some work, but that poor animal’s not so lucky.”
Frank slowly shook his head. “That’s a shame.”
The man nodded. “I feel really bad about hitting the horse and buggy, but I didn’t see the buggy going down the hill until it was too late.”
The sirens grew closer, and Frank glanced at his watch. “I’ve got a delivery to make, so unless you need my help, I’d better be on my way.”
“No problem. Help will be here soon.”
Frank sprinted across the street
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