He stepped into a large bedroom and set her things on the bed. “The wood stove at the foot of the bed will keep it warm all night.”
Looking at the exposed beams, she tugged at the oversize scarf on her head, loosening it, but keeping it on. “This is so gorgeous.”
When he turned to face her, she gazed into his brown eyes, a little uncomfortable at the desire that ran between them.
His face told her he felt the same power. “I’ll check on the coffee while you get settled in.”
As the soft thump of his cane moved across the wooden floor and down the hallway, she longed to hear that sound every day for the rest of her life. Slowly running her hand along the rough-hewn logs of the cabin’s walls, she left the bedroom and headed down the hall. “Jonah?”
He stopped at the end of the hallway.
“This whole place feels like you … I mean, like the carvings.”
“Not everyone would think that’s a great thing, you know,” he teased.
“I’d never ask you to leave it.”
“You don’t have to ask. I’ve already decided. Home will be in Pennsylvania.”
“You’re part of a family-owned business.”
“I’ve been mulling that over lately, and now I’ve got my eye on a cousin of mine who for years has made ends meet doing odd jobs. He’s even worked at the mill when we’ve needed help, and I feel certain he’d jump at a chance to work at the lumbermill full-time.”
“But you built this house expecting to always live here.”
He moved closer, and her heart thumped like a dozen racing horses. “I can build another one, and I have no shortage of siblings willing to buy or rent it. Or, if we economize a bit, we could keep it for visits.” He slowly reached for her hair, which cascaded from the loosely worn shawl that covered her head. His eyes moved over her face as he rubbed a lock between his fingers.
Suddenly aware of the quiet, empty home surrounding them, Beth eased back a step.
Jonah cleared his throat. “You should pin yourself together and join me in the living room.”
Her cheeks burned, but she managed a nod. When her hair was in place and her prayer Kapp on, she walked down the hallway.
Jonah held a cup of coffee out to her. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
“That sleigh ride …” She lifted the mug from his hand, but it was the man she drank in. “It was beyond all my best dreams.”
“I was leery of driving a sleigh, but it turned out moderately worth it.” He gave her a lopsided grin.
She lowered her eyes and took a sip of her drink. Did he know how much he stirred her—how he reached into the most hidden, dark parts of her soul and brought light and warmth?
He eased the mug from her hands, set it on the countertop, and stepped within an inch of her. “I love you, Beth. Everything I know about you. Everything I don’t know. I love you.” He intertwined his fingers with hers. “Will you marry me?”
Feeling a bit dizzy, she nodded. He lowered his face to hers. Within a breath of her, he paused, and then he gently pressed his lips against hers.
Her whole body trembled, and he pulled her into a hug, holding her as if she were a delicately wrapped gift. “You won’t make me wait too long, will you?”
“I’d marry you today if I could.”
He took a step back. “You surprise me, Beth.”
“Me too.”
He smiled that gentle, calm smile of his. And then he kissed her.
There was a loud knock on the door, and Amos hollered, “Coming in.”
Beth’s cheeks burned as she and Jonah put space between them. While Amos shut the front door, she peered up at Jonah and drew a shaky breath. “Pennsylvania, Jonah,” she whispered. “Definitely, Pennsylvania is the place to live.”
Jonah laughed. “That’s what I said. That way your friends can break our windows instead of knocking on our door.”
They laughed.
“Kumm.” Jonah held out his hand. “It’s time you met the rest of my family.”
To Shannon Marchese, my editor and friend
With each book the road before us unfolds
with a few sharp turns and jolting potholes,
but whatever challenges arise,
you remain on my top-ten list of people
I’m thankful to have in my life.
Even though you’re a new mom
and my first grandchild is on her way,
time and again you give wise counsel I can depend on.
Sometimes in life we know a relationship was meant to be,
and we are one of those.
You surprise me, challenge me, encourage me, bail me out,
and on an occasion or two, you’ve driven me nuts—
and I couldn’t be more grateful.
Cold darkness and the sugary aroma from the cake shop below surrounded Mattie as she slid a solid-colored dress over her head and tied her white apron in place. The Old Order Amish here in Ohio didn’t wear the black aprons—a difference she enjoyed—and only those involved with baking wore the white apron from the waist down. After brushing her hair, she fastened it up properly and donned her prayer Kapp. Who needed a light or a mirror to get ready for the day? She’d been wearing similar clothes her whole life, and the Ohio Amish pinned up their hair in much the same way as she had back in Pennsylvania.
Now, cake decorating—that required good lighting and great attention to detail. And her favorite season for making specialty cakes—Christmas—was right around the corner.
Ready to take on a new day, she hurried down the rough-hewn steps that led into her shop, lit a kerosene lantern, and pulled on her coat while going out the back door. Before getting to the woodpile, she paused a moment, enjoying Berlin’s lights. Illuminated white bulbs hung like beacons against the dark night. Although she missed her Mamm and Daed, this was home now, not Pennsylvania.
She scanned the silhouettes and shadows of nearby homes and shops. The golden full moon had a silky glow around it, a ring almost as clear and defined as the moon itself. What would it look like if she designed a cake with a halo?
Eager to make notes, she loaded wood into the crook of her arm and went inside. She dumped the logs in the bin and then stirred the embers in the potbelly stove and added kindling. Before her first customer arrived, she’d have the place toasty warm.
The shop was old and narrow, but Mattie loved it. When the previous owner, a man who sold saddles and such, decided to sell his place a few weeks before she moved here, her brother James had helped her buy and remodel it. They’d torn out all the old counters, workbenches, and shelving.
The ceiling, floors, and walls were made of unfinished, exposed wood. She’d put in a huge display case along the left wall, and a couple of small tables sat to the right. Stainless-steel sinks and a gas-powered commercial oven and refrigerator filled the back wall. Her work station, where she pieced together and decorated her cakes, sat a few feet away. Even in cooler weather, keeping the place warm without electricity wasn’t much of an issue with the heat radiating from the oven and the wood stove. Hot summer weather was a little more problematic, but the many windows helped.
She began searching for her spiral notebook, which she often referred to as her brain. The pages of her combination sketch pad, scrapbook, and journal were covered with drawings, doodles, and pictures from magazines and newspapers. It’d been a gift for her twelfth birthday, and although the gift giver had broken her heart seven years later, she still appreciated the book. Her day planner was in the back of it, with the types of cakes she needed to make, due dates, and all her clients’ names and phone numbers. Without it she wouldn’t know how to run her store.
She knelt and looked under her work station. It was there, maybe two feet away. Reaching as far as she could, she touched the edge of the thick binder and grabbed it. Now where did she leave her pencil?
Is it behind your ear, Mattie Lane? Gideon’s voice washed over her.
She shuddered
, detesting hearing him inside her head, especially with the added use of the pet name Mattie Lane. Lane was not a part of her given name or her surname. When they first broke up, his voice had played constantly in her mind, but after three years these whispers from the past were rare.
They’d been good friends most of their lives. He was three years older than she, and it had stung when he began dating at sixteen. But worse than seeing him with other Amish girls was seeing him with Englischer girls. At eighteen, he’d stopped seeing others and told her that he’d decided to wait for her.
Their first date had taken place on her birthday, Christmas Eve, and she’d attended her first singing with Gideon. The magic of Christmas seemed to surround both of them as their voices rose in celebration of Christ’s birth and the blessing of being together. Nothing in her life had ever compared to the emotion of that night, not even owning her own shop. For the next three years, they enjoyed the glorious Christmas singings together.
And then she caught him.
Her heartbreak had been compounded by confusion. Nothing had prepared her for his betrayal.
Pushing those thoughts away, she found a pencil lying next to the sink and jotted down notes about the halo. Then she made herself a quick breakfast. Before she’d swallowed the last of her coffee, she had four dozen muffins and four dozen cupcakes in the oven.
The cowbells hanging on the door chimed numerous times throughout the morning, and by noon she had sold the usual amount of baked goods for this time of year and had taken three new cake orders—for a birthday, a bridal shower, and a summer wedding. She couldn’t think of anything more exciting than running Mattie Cakes.
She went to the phone and dialed her Mamm. One of the things she loved most about owning a shop was the permission to have a phone handy. She called her Mamm at least once a day.
Few women were as remarkable as her mother. She’d been forty-seven when she got pregnant with Mattie. But Mamm’s health issues progressed from inconvenient at the time of Mattie’s birth to life threatening by the time Mattie turned sixteen. Mattie had spent much of her life fearing she’d lose her mother. But when Mattie hesitated to move from Pennsylvania to Ohio, her mother had refused to let her stay in Apple Ridge.
After ten rings the answering machine clicked on. Since Mamm was seventy and her phone was in the shanty near the barn, Mattie rarely reached her on the first try of the day.
At the beep, Mattie said, “Good morning, Mamm and Daed. This is your adoring, favorite daughter calling.” Mattie chuckled. “Being the only girl has perks … Anyway, I’m having a great day, and I want to hear about yours. I’ll call back at two thirty. I hope you’re dressed warmly. Love you both.” If Mattie established a time she’d call back, Mamm never failed to be in the phone shanty, waiting to hear from her. Daed had set up a comfortable chair and a gas heater out there. She talked to her Daed too, but he didn’t stay on the line long.
The bells on the shop door jingled again, and a cold blast of November air burst into the room.
Mattie’s almost-five-year-old niece came barreling through the door, bundled up in her black winter coat and a wool scarf over her prayer Kapp. Mattie wondered if Esther had walked the half block from her house to the shop by herself or if the little girl’s mother was trailing behind, pushing her two youngest children in a double stroller. Esther also had four older siblings, but all of them were in school during the day.
“Mattie Cakes!” the young girl cried.
Mattie chuckled at Esther’s excitement. None of her nieces or nephews called her “Aunt Mattie” these days, but she found this nickname adorable.
Esther ran to her, clutching a silver lunch pail. “You didn’t come home to eat, so I brought you some food.”
“Denki.” Mattie wasn’t surprised when Esther held on to the pail. Her niece loved toting things.
Esther began her routine inspection of the store, beginning with the sink full of dirty cooking utensils. She enjoyed coming to the shop, and Mattie hoped that in seven or eight years, Esther might want to learn the trade. Esther’s older sisters didn’t seem to have any desire to make cakes.
Sol walked in, carrying a bow, a quiver full of arrows, and his camouflage duffel bag. He set it all behind her work counter, looking more confident than he used to. “Hi.” He flashed a quick smile before looking down. Sometimes shy, he didn’t keep eye contact for long.
They’d begun seeing each other on special occasions more than two years ago. Now they saw each other regularly, and unlike Gideon, Sol found getting along with young women a challenge. He was reserved and tended to mumble, but Mattie and Sol liked being together.
When the bell on the door jingled again but no one came in, Sol hurried to open it for Mattie’s sister-in-law as she pushed the stroller into the room.
“Did you forget something, Mattie?” Dorothy asked. “Like coming home for lunch?”
Mattie glanced at the clock. “Sorry. I didn’t realize how much time had passed.”
Dorothy sighed. “I’ve heard that before.”
“And you’ll hear it again,” Sol mumbled. A grin sneaked across his face as he stole a glance at Mattie. She wanted to hug him, but he liked to keep his distance before a hunt. He didn’t bathe or shave for a day or two before leaving, not wanting to scare off the wild game by smelling of soap or aftershave.
Mattie held out her hands for the pail. “Thank you very much, Esther. If your Mamm doesn’t mind, I think you should pick out a cupcake.”
Esther gave her the pail and gazed up at her mother.
Dorothy hesitated, probably calculating all sorts of mom things—like how many sweets Esther had eaten this week, if she’d had her fruits and vegetables today, and if Mattie was spoiling her. “Oh, all right.”
Esther clapped and hurried to the display case housing the decorated cupcakes. “You made turkey cakes!” Each one had a tiny turkey head made of marzipan and tail feathers of icing.
“Ya, I did.”
Dorothy stood near Mattie’s work station and craned to see the display case. “You made so many.”
“It’s Thanksgiving next week. People have placed orders for most of those and will pick them up late this afternoon. I’ll make even more for tomorrow’s orders. The Englischer girls and boys have class parties before they’re out for the holiday next week. This year I’ve gone an extra step. The feathers are not only a different color from the frosting, but they have a mildly different flavor too.” Mattie opened the wood stove and stoked it before adding another piece of wood. “I think it’s some of my best blending of colors and tastes yet … for cupcakes designed to look like turkeys.”
Dorothy set the brake on the stroller and moved to a stool. “I still don’t understand why you go to that much trouble for something that will be devoured in less than two minutes.”
“Only the cake is gone. The memory will last much longer, perhaps days or a month or a lifetime. Just look at Esther.”
The four-year-old was talking to herself, or to the cakes, as she tried to choose one.
Dorothy’s face eased into a smile. “I guess I do understand. You know, come to think of it, James and I still talk about the ten-year anniversary cake you made for us.” Dorothy sighed. “But we want to see you more. You sleep here and skip meals. At least hang the Out to Lunch sign and come eat with us.”
Sol pulled a flashlight out of his bag and made sure it was working before taking a seat on his usual stool at the far end of her work station. “Would you feel better if she gave her word that she’d try to come home for lunch from now on?”
Dorothy laughed. “Ya, it would make me feel better … even though I know it won’t change a thing.”
Mattie held up her hand as if taking an oath. “I will do my best not to lose track of time and to follow all your advice.”
“Wait until you have little ones and are trying to herd them toward the table,” Dorothy teased.
Sol winked at Mattie. They were in agreement on this topic
—they’d definitely marry one day, but it’d be a while.
Dorothy turned to her. “So what has you so preoccupied this time?”
Mattie grabbed her notepad. “Look at this.” She opened the spiral-bound book and tapped the rough sketch of her halo cake. “Wouldn’t this be an unusual wedding cake?”
Dorothy leaned in, wearing a slight frown. “I suppose if I were an Englischer, it’d snag my interest. Is that a net? Is it edible?”
“Oh, ya. And it’s not a net. It’s a halo … of sorts.”
“How on earth will you get it to surround a cake in midair like that?”
Mattie splayed her fingers and waved her hands over the notebook. “I can do magic.”
Dorothy chuckled. “Ya, magic that takes weeks of hard work.”
A car horn tooted. Sol stood. “That’s my ride.”
“What zone are you headed for?” Mattie put several cupcakes in a bakery box.
“C.” He shoved his flashlight into his duffel bag.
She was sure he’d told her the zone before, but she didn’t try to keep his hunting schedule straight any more than he tried to keep up with the type of cake she needed to bake next.
He slung the bow and quiver over one shoulder and his duffel bag over the other. “We’re going to a campsite in Hocking Hills. I have several tags, so I hope to bring back a few deer.”
“The venison will come in handy this winter at the soup kitchen.” She passed him the box of goodies.
“Denki.” He studied her for a moment, grinning. “Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone.”
It was his way of telling her that he cared. “I won’t.”
He opened the door. “See you in a few days.”
“I’ll be here.” Mattie returned to her open scrapbook, wondering if she could fashion the framework for the halo out of hardened sugar.
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