Love Inspired June 2021 Box Set 1 of 2
Wife on His Doorstep
Her Small Town Secret
A Chance for the Newcomer
Patricia Johns
Brenda Minton
Lisa Carter
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Wife on His Doorstep
By Patricia Johns
Her Small Town Secret
By Brenda Minton
A Chance for the Newcomer
By Lisa Carter
“I appreciate you helping me out like this.”
All those feelings Miriam had tried to command came flooding back—her old hopes and tender dreams. What was it about this man that made her knees turn to wet noodles with one piercing glance? Being Amos’s wife would have been lovely, if they’d been more compatible, and if she’d been able to give him the family he wanted.
“Yah, it’s not a problem,” she said, and her voice sounded breathy in her own ears. Then she smelled the scent of bread, and she tapped him aside to pull on her oven mitts. Amos stepped back, his strong arm brushing against hers as he did so, and she swallowed hard, pretending that it didn’t feel as sweet as it had.
She’d do her duty by her husband—in the kitchen at least—for these few weeks. And when she left, she’d be certain that he was fine without her. Maybe there was wisdom in Mammi’s request, after all.
Patricia Johns is a Publishers Weekly bestselling author who writes from Alberta, Canada. She has her Hon. BA in English literature and currently writes for Harlequin’s Love Inspired and Heartwarming lines. She also writes Amish romance for Kensington Books. You can find her at patriciajohnsromance.com.
Books by Patricia Johns
Love Inspired
Redemption’s Amish Legacies
The Nanny’s Amish Family
A Precious Christmas Gift
Wife on His Doorstep
Montana Twins
Her Cowboy’s Twin Blessings
Her Twins’ Cowboy Dad
A Rancher to Remember
Harlequin Heartwarming
The Second Chance Club
Their Mountain Reunion
Mountain Mistletoe Christmas
Rocky Mountain Baby
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
Wife on His Doorstep
Patricia Johns
“Who can find a virtuous woman?… The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her.”
—Proverbs 31:10–11
To my husband, who I love more than anything.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
Dear Reader
CHAPTER ONE
“Mammi, let me get that for you.” Amos pulled his grandmother’s mug of tea closer to her before she could rise to her feet to reach it. Outside, the day was chilly, the May sunlight drawing out the buds on the trees, but not warm enough for the sick old woman’s comfort. She had a shawl around her shoulders, and Amos had put another one over her lap, but her fingers were still cold. He wanted to help...more than help, he wanted to make her well.
The sound of an engine drew their attention, and Amos rose to his feet and headed for the window. It was a taxi, and he couldn’t see the occupant, but it was a blue dress that first appeared out the door, then a small traveling bag, and when the woman straightened and turned, bag in hand, his heart stuttered to a stop.
“Who’s there?” Mammi asked.
He knew the woman very well, and at the sight of her, his breath turned shallow and his heart hammered hard to catch up.
“Amos?” Mammi said.
“It’s my wife,” he breathed.
Miriam Lapp tugged a black woolen coat closer around herself in the spring chill, and she stopped short when she saw Amos in the window. Miriam had changed a little since she’d left him ten years ago. Her strawberry blond hair was pulled back under her kapp, but one tendril fell free and it ruffled in the wind. She’d be thirty-five now, and she could still make his breath catch.
“Miriam is here?” Mammi asked, and this time she did stand up and her lap blanket fell into a pile at her feet.
“Yah, it looks that way,” Amos said, and he headed for the door and pulled it open. “Mammi, you should sit down,” he said over his shoulder, but his grandmother didn’t listen.
Miriam headed toward him and came up the steps, then stopped. It was like the last decade just crumbled around him and he was left looking at the wife he’d vowed to love and protect all the days of his life...
“Hello,” Amos said quietly.
“Hello, Amos.” She didn’t smile.
“It’s been a long time,” he said, his voice tight. He cleared his throat. “A very long time.”
“Yah, I know,” she replied. “You look...” She looked him over in a frank appraisal. “You look good, Amos.”
“I’ve held together,” he replied. “So do you.”
She looked more than good—she looked beautiful in that way she always had. She’d never been an obvious beauty. Men didn’t twist in their buggies to get a second look at her, and Amos had liked that. He’d never wanted a wife that other men gawked at. Miriam had a solidity about her, and a frank honesty that he’d been drawn to from the start. It was why he’d asked her to marry him after only knowing her for four days. They both wanted marriage and kinner, and he’d thought she’d make a fine wife. What was the point in wasting time?
“Can I come in?” Miriam asked.
“Yah.” Amos stepped back, and he watched her as she came inside the house, unwrapping the shawl from around her shoulders. She’d put on a little weight in the last few years, and it looked good on her. But why was she here?
“Hello, Mammi,” Miriam said, and she went forward to take Mammi’s outstretched hand. “I’m sorry to burst in on you like this.”
“I’m glad to see you,” Mammi said softly. “It’s been...a while.”
“Yah.” Miriam released Mammi’s hand and glanced back at Amos. “I don’t need to take up much of your time, Amos. I know I’m probably not welcome here—”
“Nonsense,” Mammi interrupted. “You’re Amos’s wife, dear. You belong here.”
Amos could hear his own breathing, and his head felt light. He’d had enough shocks for one day, and he eyed Miriam uncomfortably. Technically, Mammi was right, but the goodwill of extended family hadn’t been enough to keep them together.
“Why have you come?” he asked at last.
“My daet passed away.” Her lips quivered with repressed emotion. “Last week. A stroke.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t hear.” He looked futilely toward the folded newspaper, The Budget, that lay on the kitchen table. He hadn’t opened it yet, but that was the best way he’d learn of anything happening in Miriam’s hometown of Epson, Pennsylvania, where her father had lived and owned his businesses.
Miriam nodded and blinked back some tears. “Gott knew best.” For a moment, there was some awkward silence. “Anyway, Daet left everything to my brother, Japheth.”
“Everything?” Amos asked. “He didn’t hold some
thing back for you?”
She shook her head. “I thought he would have—”
So did Amos, for that matter. Her father, Leroy Schwartz, was a wealthy Amish businessman, and he had never made any attempt to help Amos and Miriam reconcile—at least no attempt that allowed Amos to have any self-respect. Leroy thought Amos wasn’t a good enough provider for his daughter, and if he’d kept his married daughter home with him, enjoying a life that Amos couldn’t hope to provide, then the least the old man could have done was leave her something in the will so that she could continue in comfort.
“Are you coming back, then?” Amos asked, uncertain how the question sounded, but it had to be asked. Her father was dead, and Leroy had been the one providing for her. As her husband, Amos was the one responsible for providing for her now, if she needed help.
“No, I’m not coming back to be a burden on you,” Miriam said, and color bloomed in her face. “But when you and I got married, Daet gave us that commercial property in Epson as a wedding gift, and—” Miriam stopped. “And since Daet was running the place, anyway, all these years—it was only in our names on paper—”
“You want it back,” Amos said.
“Yah...” She shrugged weakly. “I know it’s crass, Amos, but it’s the way I’ll support myself, if you’ll let me. Otherwise, I’d become your problem.”
Miriam smiled slightly, and Amos’s gaze moved toward that small travel bag. She hadn’t come prepared for a long stay, so it seemed as if she were partway joking. Amos hadn’t heard anything about that strip of stores since she left. Her father had put them into both of their names, but he’d continued to manage them—not that Leroy Schwartz would have trusted him with it. That was more of an insurance for his daughter in the old man’s eyes.
“Yah...” Amos shrugged. “It’s yours, Miriam. Do with it as you like. Your daet wanted you to have it, anyway, and I’ve never had anything to do with that property.”
Besides, Amos had his own thriving carpentry business, and he wasn’t a vindictive man. He and Miriam had both suffered enough.
“Do you know where the papers are?” Miriam asked hopefully. “I need to show them to Japheth and prove that strip mall belongs to me. He’s already changing things, and he was about to evict some tenants, and—” She stopped. “I need to prove it’s mine.”
“They might be in the safe-deposit box at the bank,” he said. “I don’t remember if that was where I put them or if they’re still around here somewhere—but the bank is already closed for the day.”
Miriam’s face flushed again, but she didn’t ask him if she could stay. She dropped her gaze, then nodded twice.
“I’ll come back tomorrow, and maybe we could go to the bank together, then,” she said. “I’ll get a room in town, and in the meantime, if you’d be willing to look through your papers here—”
“Come back?” Mammi interrupted. “Why would you go to some hotel in town when your home is right here?”
“Mammi’s right,” Amos said. “You can stay here until this is sorted out. It’s your home, after all.”
Even if she’d never appreciated it. Even if she’d been so anxious to get away from it that she’d left important documents behind in her rush.
“Thank you,” Miriam said, and she glanced around uncomfortably. “I’ll try not to be in your way, Amos. I’ll do the cooking and cleaning while I’m here, of course, and—”
“Amos, would you go see to the chores outside?” Mammi said, her voice silencing Miriam.
Amos met his grandmother’s gaze, irritated. Was she really trying to get rid of him?
“If you don’t mind, dear,” Mammi said, softening her tone. She cast him an apologetic look.
“Yah, of course,” Amos replied.
“I need a word with you alone, Miriam,” Mammi said, and her voice firmed. “This requires some privacy between women.”
Miriam and Amos both looked back at Mammi now, and Amos couldn’t help but wonder what Mammi had to say that he couldn’t hear.
Amos pulled his coat on and headed outside without another word, but as he shut the door behind him, he couldn’t help but cast another curious look over his shoulder. Mammi had never been the take-charge sort around his house, and the last several years, he, Noah and Thomas had been taking care of her in her old age. She didn’t have the same strength or even eyesight anymore.
What could Mammi have to say to Amos’s estranged wife at this late stage? Miriam was his wife in Gott’s eyes, and in the community’s, but she hadn’t been a wife to him in a very long time. Whatever Mammi had to say to her could be said in front of him, couldn’t it? Unless Mammi didn’t want to embarrass Miriam any more than she had to when she lectured her about her moral, wifely duties. Who knew what passed between women when men were out of earshot?
Amos sighed and headed in the direction of the stables. He might as well muck out some stalls.
Besides, having Miriam here for a day might help with Mammi. She’d need some care that only a woman could provide, and both Noah’s wife and Thomas’s had small kinner of their own to care for. If Miriam could pitch in, it would help.
Gott, heal my grandmother, Amos prayed in his heart as he pulled open the stable door. This was the same prayer he’d been raising up since that doctor’s appointment yesterday morning. They were all in Gott’s hands, but right now Amos needed Mammi’s sensible advice and gentle ways more than ever.
Because Miriam had just arrived, and that had sent his heart for a different kind of tumble.
* * *
Miriam looked toward the closed door, then toward the old woman. Mammi, or Mary Lapp as the rest of the community knew her, looked smaller somehow, and more fragile. But at her age, frailty could creep up faster than any expected. It had been a long time since Miriam had been in this house or even looked into this old woman’s face...and she fully expected a lecture.
Miriam was not a good wife.
“Sit down, dear,” Mammi said.
Miriam pulled up a chair opposite Mammi and sat, perching on the edge. Miriam pressed her lips together, bracing for the onslaught.
“I’m sorry for your father,” Mammi said quietly.
“Thank you.” Miriam felt the tears rise again. Her father’s death had been a shock to everyone. “We didn’t see it coming.”
“No, we don’t tend to,” Mammi said. “You know, at my age, you look at me and see a withered old woman. But I don’t feel old. My joints feel old, and my hips sure do, but my heart doesn’t. I look in the mirror, and it’s like I see a stranger with wrinkles and white hair. In here—” she placed a hand over her chest “—I’m as young as you.”
Miriam nodded. “They say time flies.”
“It does,” Mammi replied. “It feels like yesterday your Amos was a little boy at my apron. Now he’s your husband.”
Mammi looked at her meaningfully. Here it was—the lecture.
“Mammi, I know this didn’t turn out the way anyone hoped,” Miriam said. “But it’s complicated. I’m not some horrible woman who uses and abuses her own husband.”
“Then help me to understand,” Mammi said. “Why can’t you and Amos be together? It isn’t like either of you can remarry and try this again. He’s the only husband you have.”
“We don’t get along, Mammi,” Miriam said quietly. “He wants kinner, as all Amish men do, and I’m afraid to have them. The thing is, I was just as eager for a family as any other woman when we got engaged, but you know that my mother died delivering me. It was when my sister died with her second baby two weeks before the wedding that I got really scared... I didn’t want to die giving birth like she and my mother did. Is it so wicked of me to think that I might have value aside from giving birth?”
Mammi shook her head. “Of course you have value in and of yourself. Gott created you in His image. And I had a good deal of trouble havin
g babies, myself. You know about that. So I do understand.”
“But Amos thought I’d get over it—he thought I was just grieving a sudden death in the family. He wanted me to have more faith—but it wasn’t his life that was in the balance, was it?” Miriam’s voice trembled. It was an old argument, but it felt fresh. “And I’m too bold and forthright for him. It was a good thing when I came looking for a husband in Redemption, but not once we were married. I was supposed to change who I was.”
“That first year is difficult,” Mammi said.
“More than difficult,” Miriam replied. “He couldn’t get along with my father, and I couldn’t be the woman he wanted. I’m good with numbers, with business, and I learned a lot from my father—none of which Amos wanted from me. He wanted kinner. He thought I was someone different when he married me, and I take responsibility for that. All the same, we made a mistake. We jumped into marriage because we were both lonely, and we thought it would be enough. It wasn’t.”
“And yet, you’re still his wife,” Mammi said seriously. “And there are certain duties—”
“I’m not sacrificing myself to have a baby!” Miriam burst out.
“I’m not asking you to,” Mammi said. “But there is something I need you to do, and it’s important.”
What would it be now? Some ploy to bring them back together and show them that a lifetime of tolerating each other under the same roof was better than what they had now? Miriam wasn’t a good wife. She couldn’t settle into the Amish rhythms of marriage, babies and motherhood. But she did have other plans.
“Mammi, please, this is between me and Amos, and—”
“I’m dying.”
The words hit Miriam in the chest. She blinked. “What?”
“I’m dying,” Mammi repeated. “We found out yesterday. I’ve been going for tests and I have some very aggressive cancer.”
“You could still beat it,” Miriam said with a shake of her head.
“It’s very advanced.” Mammi pressed her lips together. “No, I think it’s best to accept the inevitable. This is bad, Miriam. And I only have a couple of weeks left.”
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