Second Chance at First Love by Marion Kummerow

Author:Marion Kummerow [Kummerow, Marion]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marion Kummerow

Chapter 13

Stan entered the house, eyeing his possible rival with suspicion. This ruffian wasn’t nearly good enough for Agnieska. She deserved so much better.

“So, you’re Amos the carpenter? I’m Stan and this is my house.”

“Your sister-in-law already told me so, and I’m grateful for the opportunity the two of you are giving me,” Amos said, eying Stan with equal suspicion.

“Agnieska is a decent woman and I promise you, you’ll wish yourself back into a Nazi camp if you ever lay a hand on her.” Stan had no intention of beating around the bush. This intruder had to know exactly where he stood regarding the beautiful woman in this house. “Understood?”

“I hear you loud and clear.”

“Then let me show you where you can sleep,” Stan said and led Amos from the house, just as Agnieska returned from the garden. She’d taken on a healthy tan from being outside a lot and had gained at least ten pounds since she’d arrived at his doorstep all skin and bones. The roundness of her hips, shoulders, and face made her all the more attractive. Even her wonderful breasts looked fuller and the slightest glance at them made his blood rush south. She smiled at both of the men, sending a stabbing pain of jealousy deep into Stan’s heart.

“Here’s the shed. I hope this is good enough for you.” Stan pointed at the mattress and blanket lying on the plain floor.

“Thank you. I’ve had worse.” Amos put down his small bundle of things.

For a short moment, guilt filled Stan’s mind. This man had endured so much at the hands of the Nazis. But that didn’t justify letting down his guard against the stranger. Not where Agnieska was concerned.

“If you need anything, let me know,” he said, half appeased. “You can wash over there at the well. We have a wooden barrel, but only cold water.”

“That’ll do. I don’t need much. And thank you again for your kindness.”

I’m not kind. I wish you’d leave sooner rather than later, because I don’t want you anywhere near her. “Dinner is almost ready. Don’t be late.” After the orders, Stan turned and left the shed. Begrudgingly, he had to admit that Amos was a living, breathing example of everything Stan was not. He had two functional legs and was much more suited to providing for her in the long term. Given the fact that Amos was also a Jew just like her, he was the obvious choice.

As much as Stan believed Agnieska deserved better than himself, now that an actual prospect had appeared, he rather wished for her to die an old spinster.

Dinner was an awkward affair, with Agnieska trying to make conversation and both men avoiding talking to each other. Stan fled the table as soon as he finished eating, glad he had the excuse to visit Tadzio’s house and ask them to borrow a blanket.

When he returned, Amos had retreated to the shed and Agnieska was fast asleep in her alcove. He looked at her, so tiny and yet so strong.

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