Thanksgiving In Hollybrook (Hollybrook Holiday Amish Romance) by Brenda Maxfield

Author:Brenda Maxfield [Maxfield, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Full Length Novels & Novella Short Stories, Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Christian Stories, Faith Based, Inspirational Reads, Denominations & Sects, Love Inspired, Bachelor, Single Woman, Amish Christianity, Pennsylvania Dutch, Traditional, Clean Romance, Farming & Animals, Simple Living, Plain Clothes, Mennonite, Buggy Travel, Amish Country, Amish Courting, Old Fashion Ways, German Language, Hearts Desire, Bible Teaching, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Love-Family & Forever, Action & Adventure, Small Town & Rural Area, Thanksgiving Day Celebration, Holiday Blessings, Family Gathering, Fall Decorations
Publisher: Tica House Publishing LLC
Published: 2019-10-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Two nights later, Leora had fallen asleep in her rocker. She woke up to a cold room, the fire having gone completely out. Goodness, but she needed to get to bed. She went to the warming stove and opened the heavy door. She blew on the embers and there was a small spark. Perhaps she should throw another log in to warm up the house some.

But she decided against it. The warmth wouldn’t reach her bedroom anyway. She turned down the wick of one of the lanterns, snuffing it out, and picked up the other to go to her room. It was then that she heard it. Sirens blasting somewhere in the area.

She stiffened. What was it? Usually, she couldn’t hear any sirens unless they were going to someone’s place in her district. She stopped moving and listened. Was it an ambulance? A police car? A fire truck?

She couldn’t tell. A tremor of fear shot through her. Surely, it wasn’t another fire. She sent up a quick prayer and hurried to the window, hoping to see something. But the siren was further away. She could see nothing. At times like that, she wished she had a phone. She wanted to know what was happening, but she could hardly get on her bicycle at that time of night and go pedaling madly down the road.

She set the lantern down and stared out the window, putting her arms around herself.

“Gott, take care of whoever it is or whatever it is…” she murmured.

She heard a second siren join the first, and she shuddered. Oh please, don’t let it be someone hurt…

She didn’t know what to do. But then, what could she do? The coldness of the room crept into her until she was shivering. She needed to get to bed; standing there in the cold wouldn’t help anyone. Reluctantly, she picked up the lantern and went to her room. She quickly changed into her nightgown, went to the bathroom, and then returned and crawled into her cold bed. She should have heated a brick and put it between the sheets earlier.

Well, she hardly could have done that considering she’d fallen asleep in her chair. She lay on her side and pulled the quilts up to her chin, drawing her knees toward her chest. She closed her eyes, but she could still hear the sirens wailing. It was only one siren now, so she assumed that was a good sign.

She lay there with her eyes wide open. Sleep didn’t seem within grasp. She tried to think of soothing things to relax herself, but it was of no use. And then she heard the gravel on her drive crunch and the sound of a horse snorting. She shot out of bed and ran through the dark to the front room. She peered out the window, expecting Martha’s husband Tom again. But it wasn’t Tom.

It was Noah.

She fumbled with the lock on the door and got it open right as he was about to knock.

“Noah!”

“I told Tom I’d check on you,” he said.

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