Loving Isaac. Rebecca Kertz

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      After the accident today, she knew she could trust Isaac for help, as he’d helped her with the buggy and her injuries. But she could never trust him with her heart, not after the way he’d accused her of being mean-spirited and jealous of Nancy when she’d tried to warn him about the English girl.

      Her fingers tightened on the bag of ice as she lowered it from her forehead to her lap.

      She couldn’t forget what she’d overheard that fateful day when Isaac, his brother and a few friends had been discussing Nancy—and her. She’d been coming around the side of the barn when she’d overheard them. She’d remained hidden, slowly dying inside as she listened to their conversation.

      “Nancy is wonderful. I’ve never met a girl like her. I never thought I’d have a girlfriend like her.”

      “What about Ellen?” It had been Nate Peachy’s voice.

      “What about her?”

      “I thought there was something special between you two.”

      Isaac had laughed. “Nay, it’s not like that between us. She’s like Hannah—my sister.”

      After hearing that, Ellen had run back the way she had come, her heart hammering within her chest, tears running down her cheeks. Thankfully, the boys hadn’t seen her, hadn’t witnessed the devastation she’d felt with Isaac’s few simple words.

      Isaac had abandoned their friendship and never looked back as he’d moved on with Nancy. Nancy had made it clear that Ellen wasn’t needed in Isaac’s life, and Isaac, by dismissing Ellen’s fears, had agreed.

      Ellen stared at the countryside as it rushed by her window. She couldn’t help but remember the humiliation she’d felt the first time Isaac’s friends had gazed at her with sympathy after his conversation about her with them. She hadn’t wanted or needed anyone’s pity. She still didn’t want anyone’s pity.

      “You’re quiet,” Isaac said, interrupting her thoughts.

      She met his gaze briefly. “I’m admiring the view.” She paused. “I don’t hear you saying much, either,” she added with a lift of her eyebrows before she looked toward the window again.

      He laughed. “True.”

      They had reached the end of the lane to her family farm. She watched as Isaac expertly made the turn onto the dirt road. As he steered into the yard, he sent her a look, his eyes briefly focused on the side of her face. “Your cheek is turning purple.”

      “I’ll live,” she said flippantly. Regretful, she drew in a sharp breath, then released it. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s hurting more than I’d like to admit. I appreciate what you did for me.”

      His eyes softened. “I’m glad I could help.” He drove the buggy close to the barn and parked. Ellen climbed out of the vehicle before Isaac had the chance to assist her.

      Her mother came out of the house. “Ah, gut. You’re back. I need help with these pies for Sunday—” She stopped when she spied Isaac. “Hallo, Isaac. I didn’t expect to see you.”

      “Josie,” he greeted her with a nod. “I drove Ellen home because there was an accident with the buggy.”

      Her mother stiffened and studied her. “Are you hurt?” She turned to Isaac. “What happened?”

      “A car passed too fast and spooked Blackie. The buggy swerved off the road,” Isaac said. “Ellen did a gut job with controlling your mare. She kept the buggy from rolling over into the drainage ditch along Ned Yoder’s farm.”

      Ellen felt self-conscious with the two of them studying her.

      “You’ve hurt your cheek and your forehead.” Mam looked with approval at the bag of ice in Ellen’s hands. “You iced it—gut. Katie was wise to give it to you.”

      Ellen bit her lip. “It was Isaac’s idea. He gave it to me.” She didn’t know why she told her mother that.

      Her mother gave him a half smile. “That was kind of you, Isaac.”

      Isaac shrugged. “I was on my way home from Eli’s when I saw it happen.”

      Ellen noticed that he hadn’t told her about the English boys who’d forced her from the road.

      “I should go.” His gray gaze made an assessing sweep of her head and face. “You may want to keep that iced,” he said softly.

      She nodded. Although she had to fight the desire to tell him that she could do without his instructions.

      “Will can take you home,” her mother suggested.

      “Will?” Ellen said with surprise. She frowned. “Mam, I don’t think Will should be the one to drive him home.”

      “I’ll walk to Jacob’s as planned. I’ve been wanting to stop in and see him.” He regarded her with a crooked smile. “Take care of yourself, Ellen.” He turned to her mother. “Josie, I hope those pies you mentioned are for visiting Sunday.”

      Mam’s lips curved. “They are.”

      Isaac grinned. “Gut. Something to look forward to.” His gray eyes settled on her. “Be well, Ellen.” He nodded to her mother. “Josie.” Then he left, departing down the dirt lane toward the main road. She watched him for several seconds before she turned toward her mother, catching a glimpse of her parent following Isaac through narrowed eyes as he walked away. Ellen couldn’t help but wonder what her mother was thinking. “Is something wrong?”

      Mam shook her head. “I should get back to the kitchen.”

      “Pies?” Ellen reminded her.

      Mam seemed to shake away her thoughts. “Ja. I’ve promised to bring three pies this Sunday and I’m having trouble with them.”

      Ellen’s lips twitched. Her mother was a good cook but for some strange reason pies weren’t her strong point. Ellen’s grandmother had been good at pie making and she’d taught Ellen.

      Why did her mother choose to bring pies when they were clearly a chore for her? Ellen asked her.

      “Alta Hershberger asked me to,” she said simply, and Ellen understood. Her mother wouldn’t challenge a request from the village busybody. To do so would give Alta fodder to natter about.

      As she followed her mother into the kitchen, she immediately saw the mess Mam had made. She grinned. “How many piecrusts did you attempt to make?”

      Mam looked sheepish. “One.”

      “Then we’d better get busy if we’re going to bake three pies.”

      As she mixed the ingredients, then rolled out the crust dough, Ellen thought of her morning and Isaac’s part in it. She frowned as she carefully lifted a СКАЧАТЬ