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dish you make."
"You think so? You don't think my meatloaf is better?"
"Your meatloaf is wonderful. But to me, this is the best thing you make."
They climbed the stairs to the house, and she held the door open for him since his hands were occupied.
"So, what's your favorite dish that Linda makes?" she asked.
She tried to look casual, but Jacob knew better. The two of them had always been a little competitive in spirit. But as twins, they were the first to defend each other whenever necessary.
Jacob put the casserole in the oven, set the temperature on low, and turned around. He stroked his chin and thought about it. "Well, I think Linda's best dish is chicken and noodles."
Rebecca smirked. "I taught her how to make that."
" Mamm taught you how to make that."
"But I improved on it and taught it to Linda."
"Better not let her hear you say that."
"Linda?"
"No. Mamm."
"But it's true. I make it better than her."
Jacob noticed that she looked over her shoulder as she said it. Laughing, he shook his head. "Yeah, better not let her hear you saying that."
Mamm was sweet but firm and more than once had quietly walked up on them saying or doing something they shouldn't have.
He pulled a mug from the cupboard. "Do you have time for a cup of coffee?"
She glanced at the clock. "A quick one."
He poured it for her and gestured at a chair but she stood instead.
"So, have you been to town lately?" he asked, hoping he sounded casual.
"Haven't had time. Why?"
He shrugged and poured himself a cup of coffee. "I thought I'd make a run there next day or two. Pick up Mamm's birthday present."
Rebecca's eyes narrowed. "It's not for two weeks."
"Don't want to wait until the last minute."
She laughed and set her coffee down. "You always wait until the last minute for that sort of thing. A couple of times you'd have even forgotten if one of us hadn't reminded you."
Remembering how his timing with Mary Katherine hadn't gone so well, he set down his coffee. Suddenly it tasted bitter.
"Yes, well, maybe it's time to admit that my timing's been a little off in some things." He knew just where he was going to go for that present.
Maybe he'd get a second chance with Mary Katherine.
She put the back of her hand to his forehead. "Are you feeling allrecht?"
He pulled her hand away. "I'm not one of your kinner. I'm fine." He kissed her hand to take away any possible sting from his words.
"I worry about you, baby brother. You're living alone here with no one to take care of you."
"I'm a man. I can take care of myself."
" Schur. That's why I just brought you supper. If I didn't, you wouldn't eat."
Stung, he stared at her. "I appreciate the meals but I'm not totally helpless in the kitchen, you know. I can cook."
"You've never cooked."
"Well, how hard can it be?"
Rebecca drew herself up. Her eyes flashed. "Maybe you should find out."
With that, she stomped toward the front door.
"Rebecca! Come back! I'm sorry! I just put my foot in my mouth!"
"Try some salt and pepper with it!" She shut the front door with a snap.
Jacob ran a hand through his hair. "What a dumbkoff," he muttered.
First his mother. Now his sister.
What was he doing wrong with the women in his family lately?
Maybe if he was this inept, he should stay away from Mary Katherine so he didn't offend her when he approached her again. A guy had only so many chances with a woman. A single man, that is. At least, that's what he'd heard.
6
T hat makes five," Mary Katherine said as the door to the shop closed.
"Hmm?" Leah looked up from her study of the day's receipts. "Five? Five what?"
"Every one of the Miller girls has stopped in to the shop this week."
"Really?"
"I don't think they've all visited in one month, let alone one week before, do you? Not even in the weeks before Christmas when we get a lot of women who like to make gifts for friends and family."
Setting her reading glasses aside, Leah tilted her head and regarded Mary
"You think so? You don't think my meatloaf is better?"
"Your meatloaf is wonderful. But to me, this is the best thing you make."
They climbed the stairs to the house, and she held the door open for him since his hands were occupied.
"So, what's your favorite dish that Linda makes?" she asked.
She tried to look casual, but Jacob knew better. The two of them had always been a little competitive in spirit. But as twins, they were the first to defend each other whenever necessary.
Jacob put the casserole in the oven, set the temperature on low, and turned around. He stroked his chin and thought about it. "Well, I think Linda's best dish is chicken and noodles."
Rebecca smirked. "I taught her how to make that."
" Mamm taught you how to make that."
"But I improved on it and taught it to Linda."
"Better not let her hear you say that."
"Linda?"
"No. Mamm."
"But it's true. I make it better than her."
Jacob noticed that she looked over her shoulder as she said it. Laughing, he shook his head. "Yeah, better not let her hear you saying that."
Mamm was sweet but firm and more than once had quietly walked up on them saying or doing something they shouldn't have.
He pulled a mug from the cupboard. "Do you have time for a cup of coffee?"
She glanced at the clock. "A quick one."
He poured it for her and gestured at a chair but she stood instead.
"So, have you been to town lately?" he asked, hoping he sounded casual.
"Haven't had time. Why?"
He shrugged and poured himself a cup of coffee. "I thought I'd make a run there next day or two. Pick up Mamm's birthday present."
Rebecca's eyes narrowed. "It's not for two weeks."
"Don't want to wait until the last minute."
She laughed and set her coffee down. "You always wait until the last minute for that sort of thing. A couple of times you'd have even forgotten if one of us hadn't reminded you."
Remembering how his timing with Mary Katherine hadn't gone so well, he set down his coffee. Suddenly it tasted bitter.
"Yes, well, maybe it's time to admit that my timing's been a little off in some things." He knew just where he was going to go for that present.
Maybe he'd get a second chance with Mary Katherine.
She put the back of her hand to his forehead. "Are you feeling allrecht?"
He pulled her hand away. "I'm not one of your kinner. I'm fine." He kissed her hand to take away any possible sting from his words.
"I worry about you, baby brother. You're living alone here with no one to take care of you."
"I'm a man. I can take care of myself."
" Schur. That's why I just brought you supper. If I didn't, you wouldn't eat."
Stung, he stared at her. "I appreciate the meals but I'm not totally helpless in the kitchen, you know. I can cook."
"You've never cooked."
"Well, how hard can it be?"
Rebecca drew herself up. Her eyes flashed. "Maybe you should find out."
With that, she stomped toward the front door.
"Rebecca! Come back! I'm sorry! I just put my foot in my mouth!"
"Try some salt and pepper with it!" She shut the front door with a snap.
Jacob ran a hand through his hair. "What a dumbkoff," he muttered.
First his mother. Now his sister.
What was he doing wrong with the women in his family lately?
Maybe if he was this inept, he should stay away from Mary Katherine so he didn't offend her when he approached her again. A guy had only so many chances with a woman. A single man, that is. At least, that's what he'd heard.
6
T hat makes five," Mary Katherine said as the door to the shop closed.
"Hmm?" Leah looked up from her study of the day's receipts. "Five? Five what?"
"Every one of the Miller girls has stopped in to the shop this week."
"Really?"
"I don't think they've all visited in one month, let alone one week before, do you? Not even in the weeks before Christmas when we get a lot of women who like to make gifts for friends and family."
Setting her reading glasses aside, Leah tilted her head and regarded Mary
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