The Amish Nanny's Sweetheart. Jan Drexler

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      Judith sat in her chair, leaning back with her arms folded, doubting that he could read any of it. “Go ahead. Let me hear you.”

      Guy recited a few words, but the only one she recognized was “cat.” She shook her head, trying to keep a stern look on her face.

      “Sorry, that wasn’t right. Let’s go back to the first page.”

      They worked together until Guy could read the sentences with the correct pronunciation, and then she had him recite the different verb forms until the cookies and milk were gone.

      Guy ran his fingers through his hair. “Can we stop now? I feel like I’m back in school.”

      “In a way, you are. It isn’t easy learning a new language. I remember my first days at school when we could only speak English. I had older sisters and brothers who spoke it a little at home, but I was still lost.” Judith closed the book. “That’s enough for tonight, though.” She looked at him. “Do you think you learned anything?”

      He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be saying ‘I like apples, you like apples, he likes apples’ in my dreams.” Then he caught her gaze with his. “But yes, I learned something.”

      Judith shifted in her seat. He was staring into her eyes. “What did you learn?”

      “Amish girls can be awfully pretty.”

      Her face burned, remembering that Matthew was in the next room, reading a magazine, and could hear every word. “I’m sure you noticed that before. There are a lot of pretty girls around here.”

      “Not as pretty as you.”

      “You’re flirting with me.”

      Guy leaned his chin in his hand, elbow propped on the table. “Of course.”

      “But you came over for your Deitsch lesson, not to flirt.”

      “The lesson is over now, isn’t it?”

      Judith couldn’t keep a giggle from erupting, even though she covered her mouth. He leaned back in his chair, grinning. When he lifted his eyebrows in an exaggerated way, she giggled even more.

      “You’re going to get us in trouble,” she said between gasps for air.

      “I’m not doing anything. You’re the one making all the noise.” He raised his eyes and pretended to whistle.

      “Stop it.”

      He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she nearly fell off her chair, she was laughing so hard. She grabbed his arm. Unable to speak, all she could do was shake her head.

      Guy took her hand and leaned toward her. “I’ll only stop if you do one thing.”

      She hiccupped as the giggles subsided. “What?”

      “Let me kiss you.”

      All silliness disappeared at his words. “You can’t be serious,” she whispered, hoping Matthew hadn’t heard what he said.

      The twinkle had left his eyes as his gaze focused on hers with their faces inches away from each other. The only sound was the clock in the front room ticking away the seconds.

      Guy drew back and smiled. “Naw, not really.” His rough fingers caressed the hand he still held. “But someday? Maybe?”

      She couldn’t look away from his warm brown eyes, soft and hopeful in the lamplight.

      “Maybe,” she said. “Someday.”

      Just then the clock struck eight and Matthew’s feet hit the front-room floor with a thud. He cleared his throat to make sure they had heard him.

      “That’s my signal to head home.” Guy rose and took his coat and hat from the hook by the back door. “Thanks for the lesson. When do we get together again?”

      “Is tomorrow night too soon?” Judith opened the back door for him. “We could meet together most evenings, and that will help you learn quicker.”

      “I’ll be looking forward to it.” Then he gave her one last wink as he put his hat on and let himself out the door.

      Judith’s knees shook as she leaned against the door, but she couldn’t keep from smiling. In spite of the awkward moment when he had asked to kiss her, it had been a fun evening. The hours until tomorrow night stretched in front of her.

      Matthew looked in from the front room. “Guy went home?”

      “Ja, for sure.” Judith picked up the plates and glasses and took them to the sink. “He understood your signal that it was time for him to go.”

      Matthew grinned. “I have to practice pushing suitors out. I can’t imagine what it will be like when Rose and Viola grow to courting age. Thanks for letting me practice on you.”

      He left as Judith washed and dried the few dishes. Courting? Is that what Matthew thought she and Guy were doing? Is that what Guy thought they were doing?

      She hung the dish towel on the rack over the stove. There would be no courting from Guy until he said he wanted to join the church, and that wouldn’t happen until he knew Deitsch a lot better than he did now.

      * * *

      Guy shoved his hands in the waistband of his trousers as he trudged down the Beacheys’ farm lane toward the road and the Masts’ farm. He shouldn’t have done that. Shouldn’t have asked for a kiss. Judith wasn’t that kind of girl.

      Pa would have done it, though. At least, he figured Pa would have gone ahead and kissed her. The girls Pa had brought around would expect him to act like that. Girls like the one in the floozy dress with a bright smile that looked like brittle painted porcelain. Girls that had hung on Pa’s arm and ignored the boy Pa had come to see. The girls that had kept Pa from taking Guy away with him.

      Pausing at the end of the lane, Guy looked back at the quiet house he had just left. There was nothing brittle about Judith. When she’d held Eli on her lap and smiled at the little boy, something had tugged at his heart. A long-forgotten memory of his own mother? All he remembered were soft kisses and gentle hugs. Had she held him with the same joy he had seen in Judith’s face when she held Eli?

      He bent his head against a northeast wind promising snow in the morning. It looked like the brief warm spell they had enjoyed was over.

      When he reached the house, he let himself into the kitchen quietly, but David and Verna were still up, sitting at the table. They both turned as he entered.

      “Did you enjoy your time with Judith?” Verna held out her arms to him for the quick hug she gave him every time he came into the house.

      He gave her a kiss on the cheek and sat in his chair. Verna passed a plate of cookies toward him.

      “We had a good time.” He grinned at the memory of Judith’s laughing fit. “I’m going over again tomorrow night.”

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