A Wells Landing Christmas by Amy Lillard

Author:Amy Lillard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-07-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Somehow she managed to avoid Zeb for the rest of the week. He didn’t come into the bakery. Or by the house. At least if he did, he was gone by the time she got home.

Tassie and Karl seemed to drop by every day, and Ivy never knew if it was Zeb or Karl who kept up her chores. One thing was certain: Tassie Weber wasn’t trying to set Ivy up with Karl, she was trying to set Dawdi up with herself.

The thought made Ivy want to laugh and cry at the same time. She was glad her grandfather had someone interested in him, though she wouldn’t know what to do if he married Tassie Weber and moved into her dawdihaus.

He would have plenty of people around all the time to help make sure that he didn’t forget himself or start a fire. All the things that Ivy constantly worried about. And Ivy would be . . . alone.

She shifted uncomfortably on the church bench and did her best to direct her attention to the bishop. Cephas was delivering the main sermon today, and she usually enjoyed his message, but her mind kept wandering.

What-ifs plagued her. What if this and what if that . . . all useless thoughts that only kept her from focusing on the now. That went double for speculating about the future. That too kept her mind on things best not dwelt on. She didn’t know what the future held. No one did. One thing she did know for certain: what it didn’t hold. And that was Zeb Brenneman.

Somehow she kept herself from cutting her eyes in his direction to see if he was watching her. Because if he was looking at her, then he had to be thinking about her like she was thinking about him. And . . .

And nothing. Thinking, watching, looking, none of those amounted to anything when it came down to love in the real world. That was what they had been given two years ago. A dose of real-world love. It didn’t last forever. It didn’t always survive tragedy. And no matter how much two people felt they cared for each other, there was a limit to it all. She and Zeb had reached that limit.

She managed to keep her gaze centered on the bishop for the remainder of the service. Once church was dismissed, everyone worked together to set up the tables in the barn, which kept them out of the wind and the cold.

It was less than two weeks until Christmas. Ivy was still hoping for a white Christmas, even though she knew better than to get her hopes up. She could dream and pray all she wanted, but that didn’t mean the stubborn Oklahoma weather would cooperate. It could just as well be sixty-five degrees and sunny as cold and snowy.

Once everyone had filed out of the house, Ivy felt her feet taking her across the yard to where Zeb stood talking to his brothers.

She walked straight to him.

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