Hidden In Amish Country. Dana Lynn R.

her head with a grimace. “Not a thing. Although some things seem so familiar to me.”

      “Jah? Give me an example.”

      They were in his workshop. She moved over to stand near where he was sanding the top of a large square table. He made the mistake of looking up at her once. The way her brown hair was warmed by the sun streaming in the window made his heartbeat bump. Flushing, he forced his eyes back down to his work and kept them there.

      “An example,” she mused, reminding him of their conversation. “Well, for one thing, I love to bake with Ruth. And it’s not like I’m learning. When we made dinner last night, I found myself handing her ingredients before she asked for them. I knew what the next steps were.”

      He frowned, recalling the meal the night before. It was a recipe that Ruth and Sadie had put together without any written instructions. It was also, he remembered, a traditional Amish recipe. Yet she had assisted as if she had been making it her whole life.

      “I wonder where you learned to make the dumplings. It’s not a recipe most Englischers would know.”

      “I have no idea.”

      Ben continued to consider the information long after she returned to the house. He imagined that Nathaniel had probably met her at the door. Several times in the past few days, he had stopped just to listen to the sound of Nathaniel’s laughter. His son sure did enjoy having the attention of a woman. They both did. Best not get too comfortable