A Place To Heal
After suffering a broken engagement, teacher Rachel Hostetler is looking for a fresh start. When handsome Noah Lapp rescues her from a runaway buggy her first day in town, things seem hopeful. Then Rachel hears talk that Noah is expected to court her cousin, Charlotte. Yet Noah spends all his free time with Rachel. Will Rachel discover the truth without losing her heart? And find a happy-ever-after in Happiness, Pennsylvania?
Lancaster County Weddings: Binding two hearts as one in Amish country.
“Are you hurt?”
Sitting back, she shook her head. “Nay.”
“What happened to spook your horse?”
Noah watched her pull herself together enough to stiffen. “Not my horse,” she replied. “Not my buggy.”
She met his gaze head-on, and he felt a jolt. She had lovely warm brown eyes, but her pallor was sickly, and he saw that she trembled. “I’m sorry,” he said, not really knowing for what. “Are you cold?” He stood back and took off his coat, placing it over her shoulders and around her. “You are shaking.”
She released a solid breath. “I could have been killed. You saved me. Danki.” A shy smile lit up her face, and in that moment he felt his pulse quicken as he noticed every little detail about her, the warmth of her golden-brown eyes, the whiteness of her smooth skin, the glimpse of her white kapp.
“You’re Charlotte’s kin, Rachel?” Noah asked. “And you are a schoolteacher,” he said. “At our Happiness school?”
Rachel studied him and nodded. “Ja.”
“Welcome to Lancaster County.”
REBECCA KERTZ
has lived in rural Delaware since she was a young newlywed. First introduced into the Amish world when her husband took a job with an Amish construction crew, she took joy in watching the Amish job-foreman’s children at play and in swapping recipes with his wife. Rebecca resides happily with her husband and dog. She has a strong faith in God and feels blessed to have family nearby. She enjoys visiting Lancaster County, the setting for her Amish stories. When not writing or vacationing with her extended family, she enjoys reading and doing crafts.
Noah’s Sweetheart
Rebecca Kertz
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And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.
—Psalms 39:7
For Judith, with love
Contents
Chapter One
Spring...Lancaster County, Pennsylvania
Rachel Hostetler watched as Aaron Troyer took her small black valise and loaded it into the carriage.
“If you’ll wait in the buggy, Rachel, my sister Martha will soon join you.”
“Danki, Aaron.” Securing the ties of her Sunday-best black bonnet, Rachel nervously chewed on her lower lip.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “Martha don’t take up much room.”
“I’m sure she doesn’t.” Rachel felt her stomach tighten with trepidation. It wasn’t the size of Martha that concerned her. It was the type of carriage. The only vehicle available to take her from Lancaster to Happiness was this small single bench-seat buggy, the same type used for courting by the Old Order Amish. Back in Ohio, she’d ridden frequently with Abraham Beiler in a similar buggy when he was walking out with her...until the accident over a year ago that had changed her life forever.
She hadn’t ridden in an open courting buggy since, preferring the safety of her family’s enclosed carriage. She didn’t want to ride in one now, but it seemed that she had no choice. It was the only way for her to get to the village of Happiness and her new position as schoolteacher there.
Without thought, she slipped her hand inside her black traveling cape to touch a protective hand to her midsection. Some things just couldn’t be forgotten, no matter how hard she tried. But scared or not, she’d just have to do it. It wouldn’t do to start off here in this new place being a coward.
The horse shifted restlessly; Rachel gasped and retreated a few steps. Don’t be a goose, she told herself. The bay looked like a perfectly sensible animal.