Huckleberry Harvest (The Matchmakers of Huckleberry Hill Book 5) by Jennifer Beckstrand

Author:Jennifer Beckstrand [Beckstrand, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Adult, Inspirational, Inspirational Romance, Christian, Fiction, Matchmakers, Grandmothers, Amish Country, Amish
ISBN: 9781420136524
Google: SQhjBgAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00ONTR6G0
Barnesnoble: B00ONTR6G0
Goodreads: 22891438
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 2015-05-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Mandy threw the door open before he even knocked. “You came,” she said, as if Noah’s arrival were the best thing to happen to her since battery-operated sewing machines, although Noah knew that couldn’t have been true. A girl like Mandy, who probably had a dozen boys buzzing around her all the time in Ohio, could never be interested in someone as unworthy and backward as Noah. She knew about his dat. She knew about his troubled family. He’d ordered her out of his house at least twice and snapped at her practically every time they got together. It was a wonder she could even stand the sight of him.

Even with all that pressing down on him, Noah couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her. She was so pretty, and seemed so enthusiastic, as if she’d been eagerly waiting for him to show up.

She reached out and brushed her fingers across his eyebrow. His whole face started tingling. “Your eye looks better than it did yesterday. It’s not as black.”

He grinned and instinctively massaged his eyebrow right at the spot where her hand had just been. “It doesn’t hurt so bad today, thanks to your potato remedy.”

“Gute,” she said, stepping back from the threshold. “Cum reu. Come in.”

“I need to get started on the roof.”

Felty sat in his recliner holding a pair of knitting needles and a ball of pink yarn. “Noah. Good to see you.”

Noah turned his face slightly to the side so Felty wouldn’t notice his black eye, but he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Felty holding a pair of knitting needles as if he were trying to saw through a very tough steak. “Are you knitting, Felty?”

Mandy shook her head and let out a puff of air. “Mammi has enlisted Dawdi to make pot holders. She’s sure we’ll never have enough.”

“I don’t really know how to knit,” Felty said. “But if I hold the needles like this and look like I’m trying to figure it out, that seems to satisfy Annie.” He stabbed one of the needles into the ball of yarn and waved it above his head like a flag. “She’ll get suspicious when her pot holder supply doesn’t get any bigger.”

“I’ll knit a few secretly for you, Dawdi,” Mandy said.

Felty tossed the ball of yarn into the air and caught it. “Come in and sit, Noah. Anna made her famous gingersnaps.”

Two years ago, Noah had chipped a tooth on one of Anna’s gingersnaps. They were famous, all right.

“She’s made dozens of gingersnaps,” Mandy said, motioning to the table where several plates of cookies sat. “For all the boys who came on Saturday.”

Noah did his best not to frown. “Denki, but I should probably get to work.”

Felty rocked back and forth a couple of times until he gave himself enough momentum to stand up. He set the yarn and knitting needles on his recliner. “That’s a wonderful-gute shiner you got there. Mandy told us all about it.”

Noah clenched his jaw. What had she told them?

“That happened to me once,” Felty said, eyes twinkling.

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