The Amish Christmas Matchmaker - Vannetta Chapman Mills & Boon Love Inspired

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      “He drifts off every now and then.” Jebediah jostled the two babies in his arms.

      “I can hear you. I was thinking of how much you look like your sister Annie.”

      “You look exactly like Annie described. She’s talked about you a fair amount.” Nicole reached out and wiped some drool off one of the babes in Jebediah’s arms. “As has Dat.”

      “All gut things I hope.”

      “From Dat? Ya. But Annie, well...you know how Annie is.”

      “I do? I’ve only known her a few days.”

      “She’s not exactly a mystery.”

      “Meaning?”

      “She told me she told you that she doesn’t like all this Texas talk.”

      “I guess she did mention it.”

      Jebediah and Nicole both laughed at that as if he’d told a joke. It made him squirm, not that they might be laughing at him, but that he might be up against a force to be reckoned with. Instead of delving into the details of Annie’s opposition, he changed the subject.

      “What are your children’s names?”

      “The twins are Micah and Mitchell—nine months old.” Jebediah readjusted both babies in his arms. “Our oldest is Rachel.”

      “I’m three,” Rachel proclaimed, holding up a pudgy hand and bending down her thumb and pinky.

      Levi remembered what Jebediah had said about their expecting another. He glanced at Nicole’s stomach, then quickly averted his eyes.

      She again laughed. “I’m five months along, in case you were wondering.”

      “I wasn’t.” And now his cheeks were burning.

      When everyone else surged forward to be in the first seating of folks who would eat, Levi hung back.

      “You can come with us into the first group,” Jebediah said.

      “No need. I don’t mind waiting. Gives me time to watch folks.”

      Annie had stepped out of the trailer to deliver two platters of food. When she stepped back inside a small tabby cat crept in after her.

      “Uh-oh,” Jebediah said.

      His astute comment was immediately followed by an ear-piercing scream. He handed the babies off to Nicole, but Levi was already on his way toward Annie.

      The scene in front of him when he stepped into the trailer was something he wouldn’t forget for a very long time.

      An Englisch woman was holding two large bowls of side dishes up high and trying to move around Annie without dropping them. She wore a conservative dress and a handkerchief over her hair, which was red and braided into a long ponytail down her back. She most certainly was not Amish.

      Annie wore a light gray Amish dress with a white apron. A fresh kapp covered her hair, and her cheeks were a bright red. She had a pot lid in one hand and a dish towel in the other. She was slapping at the cat with the towel and holding the pot lid like an early Christian in Rome’s Colosseum fending off the hungry lions.

      As for the cat, he was clearly a terrified kitten, but that didn’t stop him from arching his back and hissing at Annie.

      Levi wanted to see how this would unfold. He wanted to burst out laughing, but another look at Annie told him that wouldn’t be a wise move.

      So instead, he pulled off his Stetson, dropped it over the unsuspecting cat, scooped it up in his arms and fled the trailer.

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      “Who was that?” Priscilla was still holding the two dishes of corn casserole high, as if the cat might return at any moment and leap on the food.

      “I’ll explain later. We need to get this food out there.”

      The next hour passed in a blur of activity. Annie loved nearly every minute of it. She liked feeding people, liked seeing the bride and groom and families relax. This was their day of celebration. They shouldn’t be worried about chicken and hot rolls and casserole dishes. The fact that she did her job well meant that they could enjoy the wedding. And she didn’t mind admitting that she was very good at guiding families through these special days, when there weren’t feral cats hopping into her trailer.

      She sighed and stood in the doorway looking out over the tables.

      “Take a break,” Priscilla said. “In fact, take some food and go sit down somewhere.”

      “You’re bossy, you know that?”

      “Which is why I make a good partner.”

      “I guess.”

      “You’re still staring at him.”

      “Who?”

      “The Amish cowboy.”

      Annie snorted at that. It sounded so ridiculous. It was ridiculous.

      “So what gives?”

      “He arrived here a few days ago.”

      “Why?”

      “Looking for families to move to Texas.”

      “I didn’t realize there were Amish communities there.”

      “There’s one, and it’s quite small and located in South Texas. Levi wants to start another.”

      “Ahhhh...” Priscilla’s single word said she finally understood the problem. She’d been around Annie long enough to know how excited her dat could be when he first dove into a new idea.

      “We’re not moving,” Annie said.

      “Have you told your dat that?”

      “You can’t tell Dat anything. You have to...wait it out.”

      “Like the camels.”

      “Ya. Like that.”

      “If it’s any consolation, I have family in Texas—Fort Worth. I’ve visited a few times. It’s not such a bad place to live.”

      Annie shook her head and picked at the plate of food that Priscilla had pushed into her hand. “I need a plan.”

      “Uh-oh.”

      “What if Dat went through with it? I mean usually he doesn’t, but this time could be different. I’ve never seen him this focused before. He even checked out some books on Texas from the library. Spent some time on their computers looking things up too.”

      “That does sound serious.”

      “I need a plan to distract Levi.”

      “What did you have in mind?”

      “I don’t know. What are men interested in...” At that moment, a swell of laughter arose from the newlyweds’ table. Both Annie and Priscilla stuck their heads out of the trailer to see the bride blushing and the groom ducking his head.

      “Women,” they said at the same time.

      “That’s it.” Annie reached for her glass of tea and made her way down the trailer steps.

      “Do you need help?” Priscilla called after her.

      Annie turned so that she was walking backward. “You already helped. You gave me the idea.”

      “I did?”

      She made her way to an empty seat, sat down and enjoyed the plate of food. The chicken had not dried out, the vegetable casseroles were tasty and the bread practically melted in her mouth. She was a good cook, a good businesswoman, and she wasn’t going to lose everything

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