An Amish Wedding (19 page)

Zeke frowned slightly. She was acting so formal. Maybe she was a little nervous about tonight, although she seemed more distant than nervous. He wished she’d invited him into the kitchen. He’d rather talk and watch her cook than sit here waiting for her to serve him.

He perched on the sofa, his hands clasped between his knees. Glancing at the ceiling, he could see where he’d repaired the hole. It didn’t look too bad, but the spot was a little whiter than the rest of the ceiling. Maybe he should offer to paint the whole thing so it would all match. The interior of the house was as neat as the outside, and simply furnished. He eyed the pale green couch, matching chair, and an end table with a plain gas lamp on top. Next to the chair was a basket filled with what looked like a neat stack of blue and white quilt strips. As he’d noticed the first time he stepped into the house, everything about the room reflected Naomi—tidy and practical.

She was the first woman he’d met who lived on her own. And he had to wonder—did she get lonely like he did? He didn’t like the idea of her being here by herself, even though he could tell she was capable of living alone. But he hoped she didn’t feel the same hollow loneliness he knew.

She entered the room, and he stood up, noticing her rosy cheeks and the small spot of grease on her apron. He doubted she knew it was there. She handed him the glass of iced tea and said, “Supper is ready. I don’t have a formal dining room, so you’ll have to eat in the kitchen.”

“I don’t mind.” He breathed in the sweet scent of apples again. He was more than ready to tear into the meal. But even beyond that, he was eager to get to know Naomi better. Smiling, he followed her to the kitchen, more excited about being alone with her than he’d ever been on any of the dates he’d gone on in Middlefield. Then he entered the kitchen, and his smile slipped.

Sitting at the table was Margaret. She gave him a shy smile, then looked down at her plate. And he saw something that made his stomach drop.

Two place settings.
Only
two.

Chapter Four

N
AOMI WIPED HER HANDS ON HER APRON AND GLANCED
at Margaret. A blush bloomed on her friend’s cheeks as she looked at Zeke. Naomi understood why. He looked particularly handsome this evening in his light blue shirt, black suspenders, and denim broadfall pants. He combed his fingers through his bangs and sat down across from Margaret.

Another pinch of jealousy ran through Naomi. In a way, she wished she were joining them for supper. But she had planned this meal for Margaret and Zeke. She needed to serve it, then get out of their way. She brought out the freshly grilled steak where it was keeping warm in the oven and put it on the table.

Zeke’s eyes rounded as he grinned. “Smells
appeditlich
,” he said, staring at the steak. Then he looked at her, his grin widening.

Her pulse quickened and she looked away. Suddenly she’d become as shy as Margaret. She put three more dishes on the table—creamy broccoli and cheese casserole, roasted potato wedges with thyme and rosemary, and homemade knotted rolls. She placed a pitcher of tea near Margaret and said, “If you need anything else, I’ll be in the living room. Enjoy your meal.” She turned to leave when Zeke’s voice stopped her.

“You’re not joining us, Naomi?”

Was that hope she saw in his hazel eyes?

“
Nee
. I ate earlier during my cooking class. We always sample the dishes after we prepare them.” She gave an encouraging smile to Margaret, who looked a little deflated by the attention Zeke was giving Naomi. “You two enjoy the meal. Just make sure you leave room for the apple pie later.”

Before Zeke could say anything else, she went to the living room and plopped down in the recliner.

She closed her eyes, fatigue seeping into her. She’d spent the day teaching her cooking class, then a couple more hours preparing supper for Zeke and Margaret. Plus Margaret had been a mess when she arrived. It had taken Naomi at least ten minutes to calm her down. She wondered if her friend was always this disconcerted around men. No wonder she needed help in the dating department.

Naomi opened her eyes, concerned that if she kept them closed much longer she would fall asleep. She picked up her sewing from the basket on the floor near the chair and laid the four connected quilt strips on her lap. While Naomi felt confident in the kitchen, sewing was another matter. Yet from the time she heard Priscilla say she wanted a wedding ring quilt, Naomi decided to make one for her as a wedding present. She’d started it three weeks ago, but she couldn’t get the pattern to match up. As she inspected the curved strips, which she had cut from a template, she could see places where the stitching was uneven. But she couldn’t rip it all apart again. She didn’t have as much time as she wanted to piece the material, add the batting, and quilt it together. She had to settle for imperfect stitches if she was to have the quilt completed by their wedding. Hopefully Priscilla wouldn’t notice.

Naomi picked up a quilt block from the basket and matched the edges to the pieces she’d already put together and pinned them in place. After threading the needle, she had just started on the first stitch when Margaret burst into the room, nearly in tears.

“Naomi, you have to help me. This is a disaster!”

Z
EKE CHOKED DOWN THE JUICY PIECE OF STEAK HE’D
been chewing and looked at the empty spot across the table. The food was delicious, but the company awkward. It wasn’t that Margaret wasn’t a nice girl. She was kinda pretty too. But Naomi had been gone barely five minutes before conversation between him and Margaret ground to a halt. She’d gaped at him, her eyes as wide as full moons, her face turning bright red. Then as soon as he put the bite of steak in his mouth, she fled the room.

None of this made sense. Why would Naomi invite him over for supper to thank him for helping her and make this wonderful meal, only to leave him alone with Margaret? She had specifically used the word
date
.

Then it became clear—Naomi had no intention of dining with him tonight. It had all been a ruse to set him up on a date with Margaret, not her. To say he was disappointed was an understatement. He’d looked forward to spending the evening with Naomi. Now even the tender steak tasted like rubber in his mouth.

He put down his knife and fork and eyed the back door. The kitchen, like the rest of the house, was tiny, and he looked out the window to the back porch, which led to a small yard. The fleeting thought of sneaking out while the women were occupied entered his mind, but he wasn’t capable of doing something that cowardly. Still, he didn’t appreciate being brought here under false pretenses.

He glanced around the kitchen, spying a bud vase with two small sunflowers and three orange carnations on the windowsill. It was October, so Naomi obviously had bought them in a store. Or maybe someone had given them to her. The idea of her getting flowers from some man twisted something in his gut.

After a few more minutes he pushed away from the table, intending to go home. This so-called date was a disaster. He didn’t know what he had said or done to offend Margaret, but she should have been back by now. Just as he was about to get up, both Margaret and Naomi came back into the kitchen.

“Sorry.” Margaret sat down and put her napkin in her lap. She stared at her plate, her chin dipped so far that he could only see the neat part of her blond hair and the black bobby pins that pinned her
kapp
to her head.

“It’s all right.” But his attention turned from Margaret to Naomi, who was getting another dish down from the cupboard. Without a word she filled her plate and sat down between him and Margaret at her round kitchen table.

“I decided I was hungry after all.” She gave Zeke an awkward smile. She picked up the butter dish and set it beside her plate. “Hope you don’t mind if I join you.”

“Not at all.” He glanced at Margaret, who was shoving pieces of roll into her mouth. She still wouldn’t look at him. This was one unusual girl.

“So, Margaret,” Naomi said as she cut her steak. “You and Zeke have something in common.”

Margaret looked at Naomi with those wide eyes of hers. Naomi tilted her head to the side, prompting Margaret to look at Zeke as she swallowed.

“Oh.
Ya
. Naomi said you have a lot of
bruders
and
schwesters
.”

“Chester mentioned it,” Naomi said at Zeke’s questioning look.

“I do.” He scooted his chair toward the table. He turned his gaze to Margaret and smiled, hoping to put her at ease. “I suppose you do too,
ya
?”

Margaret opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. Instead she glanced at Naomi with a helpless expression on her face.

Naomi’s eyes flitted toward Zeke, then back to Margaret. But still Margaret remained silent, so Naomi spoke. “Margaret’s the oldest of eleven. All
maed
.”

“Eleven
maed
?” His brow shot up.

“ElisabethRuthCarolMaryRachelRebeccaAmandaHannah LydiaandKatherine.”

Zeke’s brow shot higher as Margaret spoke. “What?”

“
Mei schwesters
. ElisabethRuthCarolMary—”

“I think Zeke got their names the first time, Margaret.” Naomi picked up the basket of rolls and handed it to her. “Would you like some more bread?”

“Oh,
ya
.” Margaret snatched another roll, tore it in half, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Zeke had been on plenty of awkward dates, but this one beat them all. He glanced at Naomi, who reached out and squeezed Margaret’s hand for a second, then let it go and put her hands in her lap. Nice to see how much she cared for her friend.

Naomi turned to him while Margaret chowed down on the roll. “Is the
haus
coming along, Zeke? I haven’t had much of a chance lately to ask Priscilla about it.”

“Coming along well enough. I installed some cabinets in the kitchen yesterday. The
haus
is going to be a
gut
one when it’s finished.”

“I’m sure it will. Although I hope you’re not working too hard. This is your vacation, after all.”

“
Ya
, but I don’t mind.” He took a forkful of broccoli and cheese casserole. “I’d rather be busy then just twiddling my thumbs. I’m hoping to take a drive through Lancaster County sometime before the wedding. I’m sure it’s changed a lot. Would be nice to have someone show me around.” He looked at Naomi, hoping she might take the hint.

Suddenly Margaret made a choking sound. Zeke’s gaze darted to her face, which was turning a reddish-purple. He jumped up from the chair.

N
AOMI WATCHED IN HORROR AS
M
ARGARET’S EYES
bulged. But before she could move, Zeke was behind Margaret. He yanked her from the chair as if she were a rag doll and put her in front of him. He placed his arms around her from behind, clasped his hands together under her rib cage, and squeezed. A chunk of bread flew out of Margaret’s mouth, landing on the floor. She leaned against him, gasping for breath.

Naomi popped up from her chair. “Are you all right?” Her gaze went to Zeke, who still held on to Margaret.

Margaret finally nodded.
“Ya,”
she said, her voice raspy. Then, as if she just realized what had happened, her face turned red again and she moved out of Zeke’s grasp. She ran out the back door.

“I’ll check on her.”

Zeke nodded as Naomi followed after Margaret. She found her friend standing by her buggy, leaning her forehead against the side.