An Amish Family Christmas: Heart of Christmas\A Plain Holiday by Marta Perry

Author:Marta Perry
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-10-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

“This is her doing. I know it is.”

Ben threw a heavy blanket in the back of the sleigh, still fuming after Trent delivered the last-minute news that Sally was joining them. So much for her change of heart.

Trent stood with his arms crossed. “Look on the bright side. You’ll have someone to help you watch the brats.”

Ben checked the stash of tools in a box fitted behind the backseat. “Why can’t she get that I’m not interested in being her boo-freind?”

“Her what?”

“Boyfriend,” Ben translated. It was harder to speak English when he was upset.

“Have you told her that?” Trent held out a silver thermos of coffee.

Ben took it and shoved it under the front seat. “Not in so many words, but I’ve made it clear.”

“Apparently not.”

Maybe Trent was right. Maybe blunt speaking was required. He’d avoided Sally, ignored her at singings and frolics when the younger crowd from their church got together. He’d told others he wasn’t interested in courting her, but he hadn’t told Sally to her face. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings. He’d always liked her, even after she started running with the wilder crowd. But then she started telling her friends he was The One. He had no idea what caused her obsession with him, but enough was enough. He’d find an opportunity to tell her exactly what he thought of her pointless pursuit today.

He walked around the horse, checking to make sure the harness was secure and hitched properly. Dandy, the only draft horse on the farm, shook his cream-colored mane, making the harness bells jingle gaily. Satisfied, Ben checked over the sleigh. Painted a rich, dark mahogany color with yellow pinstriping, the sleigh was as pretty as they came. The two small bench seats in the interior were upholstered in thick tufted burgundy mohair, a material that was both warm and water resistant. A smaller box on runners had been added to the back to enable the estate staff to haul loads of firewood, bales of hay or other equipment when the roads were impassable. It would easily carry a Christmas tree. The sleigh wasn’t Trent’s preferred method of travel, but Ben was right at home in one.

Trent glanced at the gray sky. “The forecast is calling for snow.”

“It’s winter, Trent. It snows in the winter.” There was already eight inches on the ground. By the end of March, there could be several feet, if not more. Ben wasn’t concerned about a little snow. Dandy could plow through just about anything. Besides, if the kinder got cold, they’d want to come home more quickly, and he’d be rid of Sally that much faster.

“They’re calling for a major storm. It could miss us, but it may move this way. Don’t lollygag. Get a tree, visit Grandma Weaver and get back here. I wish Mrs. McIntyre wasn’t so set on sending the kids out to get a tree. I know it’s because that’s what her husband loved to do, but these kids don’t care.

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