Forever. Karen Hopkins Ann

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      I was surprised when I saw the clear distress on Sarah’s face. Her voice rose to a level I’d never heard from her when she nearly shouted, “It’s not Edwin—it’s Micah!”

      Summer and I exchanged a confused glance. I said, “Who’s Micah?”

      The amused smirk on Suzanna’s face contrasted greatly with Sarah’s worried frown.

      Sarah murmured, “Oh, just a new boy in the community.”

      “Not just any boy, either.” Miranda paused and looked to Suzanna for approval of what she was about to say. When Suzanna nodded, Miranda added, “He’s Constance’s brother.”

      Hearing Noah’s ex-fiancée’s name spoken sent a ripple of instant anger coursing through me.

      “When did you begin dating him?” I asked, trying to keep the level of my voice calm.

      “Oh, we aren’t official...and we probably never will be, anyway.”

      Sarah shrugged. I saw the glint of moisture in her eyes before she turned away.

      My heart suddenly went out to her, fearing that I might be the cause of her problems.

      “Why would you say such a thing?” When Sarah wouldn’t meet my gaze, I looked at the others. Suzanna and Miranda both shook their heads sadly, and Summer gave me a knowing look.

      After a long, uncomfortable silence, Sarah finally said, “Elijah Schwartz doesn’t want his children mingling with the Miller family in the future.”

      Suzanna and Miranda exchanged unsure glances when Sarah looked straight at them.

      “I guess you girls already know about Rose and Noah being together again, right?”

      My heart stopped, and I held my breath. I didn’t think anyone besides Noah’s parents knew.

      Suzanna breathed a sigh of relief. “We learned about it by accident.” She looked at me and smiled. “Your guy is kind of dumb about being secretive. We overheard the news. I couldn’t be happier for you.”

      “I came down to the kitchen late one night to get a drink when I noticed the lamp on. I wasn’t being sneaky or anything, but I didn’t want to intrude, either. When Mother spoke of it to Father, I heard. Looks like we’ll be sisters, after all,” Sarah said as she patted my leg.

      A roll of nausea passed over me, and I swallowed. I wondered at Sarah’s words—would we really be sisters one day? Then I thought of the baby inside of me, Sarah’s own niece or nephew. What would Sarah think if she knew about my pregnancy?

      “Reckon, it’s better we get it out in the open, so we can move on to other drama,” Summer said. She turned to Sarah and asked, “So you can’t date this Micah guy you have the hots for, because Noah broke it off with Constance?”

      Sarah nodded.

      “That is a sticky situation. I’m sure in time, it’ll all sort itself out and his family will be fine with it,” Summer said.

      Sarah muttered, “I hope so.”

      Hearing the depression in Sarah’s voice, I realized that this was yet another reason for Noah and me to delay being together. If we hooked back up right away, it would make it even worse for Sarah and Micah. Maybe this was another aspect of the situation that Noah was considering when he’d told me that we needed to take our time.

      My heart felt lighter, and the angst I’d been carrying toward Noah disappeared. There were more people being affected by our decisions than I’d known. Glancing at Sarah’s worried face, I was determined to do whatever I could to make sure that Noah and I didn’t ruin her chances at being with the guy she loved. Of all people, I could never do that to a friend. I understood too well how awful it was to be kept away from the person you wanted to be with.

      I picked up Sarah’s hand and said, “Noah and I are doing things differently this time. I promise we’ll be discreet and keep our relationship hidden until you work things out with your Micah.”

      Summer cleared her throat and said, “Ah, do you think you can do that?”

      I shot her a warning look that would have wilted most girls. Not Summer, though. She sat up more confidently. “Because I’m not so sure.”

      “Yes, I can.” Staring into Summer’s green gaze, I knew she was talking about the baby. I said, “Especially with the help of my friends.”

      Summer shook her head and looked away.

      But her aggravation was worth the wide smile that Sarah’s face now held.

      “Oh, Rose, I don’t know if it will work or not, but it’s worth hoping for,” Sarah breathed with renewed life.

      “And, since we are your good friends, we’ll make sure you and Noah get some alone time, in secret,” Suzanna promised.

      Not being able to see Noah would be hard, but until I told him about the baby, being around him might be even more difficult.

      “It won’t be easy to get us together. Everyone will be watching extra closely now,” I said.

      “Don’t underestimate me. I’ve got a plan for everything.” Suzanna grinned. “Like right now, I’ve already got your next meeting arranged.”

      I raised my eyebrows, suddenly weary.

      “Friday night at the benefit dinner and auction,” Suzanna said.

      The prospect of seeing Noah again so soon made my heart race. I was beginning to feel the tingle of excitement about Friday when I caught Summer’s deep frown. Suddenly, I was fearful all over again. I’d be seeing the Amish people I’d left behind months ago when my father had kidnapped me and relocated me to Cincinnati. I wondered if Ruth and James, my foster family, would be happy to see me and what I would do when I faced Ella—or, worse yet, Constance.

      With a fresh surge of bile in my throat, I rushed out of the room to the bathroom. Maybe going to the Amish event was a bad idea, after all.

      14

      Noah

      The line of buggies down the fence row was the most I’d ever seen. There were a lot of families from neighboring communities in attendance at the benefit, and I smiled thinking about the money our church would be pulling in for the schoolhouse.

      The day was overcast but warm, and I undid my top button now that Mother was too busy with the other ladies in the kitchen to notice. As I watched three English teenage boys walk up the hill together wearing their comfortable jeans and T-shirts, I felt a bit of envy seep in. I loved my way of life, but I wasn’t fond of wearing the clothing, restricted to button-up shirts, sturdy trousers, and suspenders.

      Seeing the curious stares of the boys as they passed by me, I turned away angrily. I hated being gawked at, and lately I’d noticed it more than usual.

      “Why the sour face?”

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