Amish Heart (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) by Miranda Rush Page B
Authors: Miranda Rush
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the napkin out of the chest, shook out its neat folds and resoundingly blew her nose in it.
Chapter 10
1:04 a.m.
With a sinking heart, Rebekah assisted with getting packages of food ready for the trip to Wisconsin. She would be with Nick two whole days but be unable to talk to him, to kiss him, to touch him. All the while she was there with him in Wisconsin she would be under the keen gaze of Ezekiel, who watched her incessantly when they were together. Furthermore, Leah would be alert to anything that passed between Nick and her. Rebekah wanted nothing more than to flee her circumstances and find someplace safe where they could be alone. But such was not to be the case, she knew. One thing about an Amish wedding: there were always people everywhere, talking, laughing, celebrating . Watching, Rebekah though disconsolately. She could already feel eyes upon her as her own marriage to Ezekiel was bantered about and it filled her with pure loathing.
2:00 a.m.
Nick’s van pulled up outside and Rebekah picked up a box and walked hurriedly out to meet him. There sat Ezekiel and his family. Shit! Damnable shit! She had wanted so much to hide behind the van for a quick kiss. Damn Ezekiel! But Nick just beamed at her and led her to the rear of the van where he opened the door. Rebekah placed her package inside and moving close, Nick caught her hand and gave it a squeeze. “It will be ok,” he whispered. She smiled at that and then got in through the side of the van, sitting behind Ezekiel’s Mother and Polly, whose sloppy selves took up the entire second row.
Nick adjusted his rear view mirror so as to see her better. He caught her eye and winked and she almost laughed. We’ll touch without touching. Is it possible to kiss without kissing?
The rest of the family came out to the van soon enough and they were off on their six hour drive. For the first hour and a half, the two families spoke animatedly about the wedding that day, about Rebekah’s and Ezekiel’s upcoming wedding in a month, and about the recent horse auction in Jamesport. As the sun started to rise, the noise subsided and several began nodding off to sleep.
Occasionally, Ezekiel would turn around and she could feel his glare, but she only cared for Nick’s glances. She waited for the moments he would look in the rearview mirror and catch her eye. She bluntly ignored Ezekiel.
At every fuel stop, while everyone else piled into the bathroom, Rebekah held her urine in hopes of a chance moment to simply touch hands. She didn’t dare hope for a kiss. But someone always remained in the van, obstructing her plan. To deal with her growing frustration, she kept her eyes on Nick and played their kiss over and again in her mind. It was delicious, bringing to her groin a touch of the heat she had felt with his body pushing her against the counter in the shop.
8:15 a.m.
Bumping down the dusty gravel roads, Elder Bontrager was yelling out directions to Nick from the back seat. They were here. It was her cousin’s wedding day and the festive spirit had already begun. Rebekah carried in bags and boxes with Nick and Hannah into the kitchen and lugged the suitcase up to the bedroom she was to share with her sisters. Going back into the hallway, she saw Nick discussing sleeping arrangements with the bride’s mother.
“Will this room be good enough for you?” She indicated the room across the hallway from Rebekah’s. “You can have it to yourself.”
Nick thanked her and stood waiting for her to leave . Could we be alone for a moment now? Rebekah thought. A master at delegating work, the bride’s mother turned to Rebekah and said, “Would you gather the eggs from the coop?”
Giving Nick a longing look, she followed the woman downstairs.
***
Walking in onto the hay strewn floor of the chicken house, Rebekah felt momentarily blinded as her eyes adjusted to the
Chapter 10
1:04 a.m.
With a sinking heart, Rebekah assisted with getting packages of food ready for the trip to Wisconsin. She would be with Nick two whole days but be unable to talk to him, to kiss him, to touch him. All the while she was there with him in Wisconsin she would be under the keen gaze of Ezekiel, who watched her incessantly when they were together. Furthermore, Leah would be alert to anything that passed between Nick and her. Rebekah wanted nothing more than to flee her circumstances and find someplace safe where they could be alone. But such was not to be the case, she knew. One thing about an Amish wedding: there were always people everywhere, talking, laughing, celebrating . Watching, Rebekah though disconsolately. She could already feel eyes upon her as her own marriage to Ezekiel was bantered about and it filled her with pure loathing.
2:00 a.m.
Nick’s van pulled up outside and Rebekah picked up a box and walked hurriedly out to meet him. There sat Ezekiel and his family. Shit! Damnable shit! She had wanted so much to hide behind the van for a quick kiss. Damn Ezekiel! But Nick just beamed at her and led her to the rear of the van where he opened the door. Rebekah placed her package inside and moving close, Nick caught her hand and gave it a squeeze. “It will be ok,” he whispered. She smiled at that and then got in through the side of the van, sitting behind Ezekiel’s Mother and Polly, whose sloppy selves took up the entire second row.
Nick adjusted his rear view mirror so as to see her better. He caught her eye and winked and she almost laughed. We’ll touch without touching. Is it possible to kiss without kissing?
The rest of the family came out to the van soon enough and they were off on their six hour drive. For the first hour and a half, the two families spoke animatedly about the wedding that day, about Rebekah’s and Ezekiel’s upcoming wedding in a month, and about the recent horse auction in Jamesport. As the sun started to rise, the noise subsided and several began nodding off to sleep.
Occasionally, Ezekiel would turn around and she could feel his glare, but she only cared for Nick’s glances. She waited for the moments he would look in the rearview mirror and catch her eye. She bluntly ignored Ezekiel.
At every fuel stop, while everyone else piled into the bathroom, Rebekah held her urine in hopes of a chance moment to simply touch hands. She didn’t dare hope for a kiss. But someone always remained in the van, obstructing her plan. To deal with her growing frustration, she kept her eyes on Nick and played their kiss over and again in her mind. It was delicious, bringing to her groin a touch of the heat she had felt with his body pushing her against the counter in the shop.
8:15 a.m.
Bumping down the dusty gravel roads, Elder Bontrager was yelling out directions to Nick from the back seat. They were here. It was her cousin’s wedding day and the festive spirit had already begun. Rebekah carried in bags and boxes with Nick and Hannah into the kitchen and lugged the suitcase up to the bedroom she was to share with her sisters. Going back into the hallway, she saw Nick discussing sleeping arrangements with the bride’s mother.
“Will this room be good enough for you?” She indicated the room across the hallway from Rebekah’s. “You can have it to yourself.”
Nick thanked her and stood waiting for her to leave . Could we be alone for a moment now? Rebekah thought. A master at delegating work, the bride’s mother turned to Rebekah and said, “Would you gather the eggs from the coop?”
Giving Nick a longing look, she followed the woman downstairs.
***
Walking in onto the hay strewn floor of the chicken house, Rebekah felt momentarily blinded as her eyes adjusted to the
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