The Amish Cowboy's Homecoming by Ophelia London

Author:Ophelia London
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Family Life Fiction;Friendship Fiction;Small Town & Rural Fiction;Amish Romance;Cowboys Romance;Women's Fiction;Clean & Wholesome Romance;Contemporary American Fiction;Contemporary Romance;Contemporary Women's Fiction;Romantic Themes Enemies to Lovers;Cowboys;Never an Amish Bride;Amish Cowboy’s Homecoming;Entangled Publishing;Amara;Mass Market Paperback Romance;Ophelia London;Texas Author;Honey Creek Series;Widower;Faith;Village;Enemies to Lovers romance;Girl Next Door Romance;Clean Romance;Sweet Romance;Heartfelt romance;Lancaster County PA;Horse Whisperer;Horse Wrangler
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2021-02-22T02:35:51+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six

Isaac was pretty sure he knew the way. Still, he tucked the map to Reading into the pocket of his black vest. It was still dark and calm as he drove the buggy toward the Zook farm. He couldn’t help grinning as he recalled the look in Grace’s eyes, how excited she’d been about going to the mud sale. He would enjoy her company, for sure, but that hadn’t been why he’d invited her.

She deserved a day away, a chance to relax and have fun. She was a hard worker—he admired that about her—and a good sister and daughter. But the last few days, weeks even, Isaac knew had been extra stressful for her. What bothered him worse was discovering that a lot of it had to do with money.

Amish were never rich, never seemed to have enough money for extras. Humility and self-reliance was the culture. Isaac loved this about the community, but he knew money issues could make even the humblest Christian feel helpless, hopeless, and unworthy. Grace Zook should never feel that way. Especially because of something that was in no way her fault.

“We’ll just have to show her a great day,” Isaac said, moving the reins. Samuel Chupp had been generous enough to lend him two of his horses for the trip. Six hours might’ve been too much even for Scout.

When he got to the farm, there were no lights on in the house, though he noticed a soft glow coming from the stables.

“I’m ready,” Grace said as soon as he entered, touching her forehead to Cincinnati’s. She was in a light purple dress, black apron, black pullover sweater, and slim black athletic shoes. She looked as clean and fresh as she had on preaching Sunday.

“How long have you been up?” Isaac asked, offering Cincinnati his own scratches and tender pats.

“I didn’t want to be late,” was all Grace gave as an answer. “I could barely sleep last night.”

Isaac grinned. “Excited, jah?”

Grace’s face brightened. “Oh, jah. Am I dressed okay?”

It wasn’t customary in their culture to aim attention on what someone was wearing…clothing and everything one owned was to show modesty, obedience, and devotion to Gott.

Still, Isaac couldn’t help admiring how Grace looked. Her excited smile and eager bright blue eyes only enhanced her appearance. And for a moment, he couldn’t believe he was going to be spending the whole day with her.

“Fine.” Isaac cleared his throat, for his answer was nowhere sufficient. “Fine. You’ll fit right in. No one will know it’s your first time at a mud sale.”

Grace clasped her fingers together as if in prayer, but then let out a little squeal of delight and turned in a circle, acting as thrilled as Sadie might if she saw a white bunny in a field.

“I’m ready,” she said. “Can we go now?” Isaac glanced down the line of horses. “I told you,” Grace added, “everything’s done. I might not have spent as much time with Honey Pot as I usually do, but he’ll be fine.

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