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Epilogue

“Y
ou may kiss the bride,” Reverend Johns announced as he closed the bible he held in his hands.

A slow grin hitched up one side of Carter Cooper's mouth as he drew his new wife into his arms. “I do,” he told her in a slow drawl.

Audra giggled softly. “I think that part's over.”

“Can't seem to keep from saying it,” he replied. “Because, darlin',
I do
love you.
I do
thank the Lord for bringing you into my life. And
I do
like your pecan pie.”

“Carter,” she said with an impatient sigh.

Carter grinned as he dipped her back over the crook of his arm and kissed her, his heart overflowing with the love he felt for her.

Clapping arose from the small gathering of family and friends that had come to Braxton's only church that afternoon to witness his and Audra's marriage.

As Audra straightened, her cheeks holding a soft blush, Carter turned to his best man and held out his hand for a man to man shake. “You did a fine job holding on to your momma's ring for me, son.”

Mason's tiny chest puffed up with the compliment and bit back a smile as he shook Carter's hand. “I wasn't going to let it roll away, 'cause then she wouldn't be able to marry you. And Lily and me want to keep you.”

“That so?” Carter said with a grin.

Mason nodded.

“Well, I'm real glad you two wanna keep me. 'Cause I'm in this for the long haul.” Turning, he looked past Audra to her maid of honor, who looked as pretty as a buttercup in her little yellow ruffled dress and white patent leather shoes. “And you did a fine job holding on to my ring for your momma.”

“I had to,” Lily said. “I'm her made-to-order.”

“Maid of honor,” Audra amended with a loving smile.

The reverend, who had been patiently waiting while Carter acknowledged Audra's children, children he would make his own as soon as legally possible, looked to Carter. “All set?”

Carter nodded. “All set.” Reaching for Audra's hand, they turned to face those that had come to share in their joy.

“May I present, for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Carter Cooper. May the two of you walk together in both faith and love for as long as you both shall live.”

More applause filled the room as Carter reached for Audra's hand, each taking hold of their children's hands as they made their walk back down the aisle as the family they were always meant to be.

* * * * *

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HIS AMISH SWEETHEART
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I hope you enjoyed
Her Texas Hero
, the first book in my Texas Sweethearts series. This series revolves around three brothers who find strength in each other and in the Lord as they overcome loss and heartache with the help of three very special women.

A big fan of HGTV, I am always watching shows on renovating houses, flipping houses, etc., and found myself thinking what if the heroine of one of my stories buys a dilapidated old house, one that's as broken down physically as she is emotionally. This became the case with my heroine, Audra Marshall. Of course, it worked out perfectly that Carter Cooper owns a construction company. I love creating a story where both the hero and heroine are broken in some way, and, in the Lord's bringing them together, find healing as well as true happiness.

I hope you'll pay a return visit to my fictional town of Braxton, Texas, this November for Nathan Cooper's story,
His Holiday Matchmaker
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His Amish Sweetheart

by Jo Ann Brown

Chapter One

Paradise
Springs
Lancaster County, Pennsylvania

E
sther Stoltzfus balanced the softball bat on her shoulder. Keeping her eye on the boy getting ready to pitch the ball, she smiled. Did her scholars guess that recess, when the October weather was perfect for playing outside, was her favorite part of the day, too? The
kinder
probably couldn't imagine their teacher liked to play ball as much as they did.

This was her third year teaching on her own. Seeing understanding in a
kind
's eyes when the scholar finally grasped an elusive concept delighted her. She loved spending time with the
kinder
.

Her family had recently begun dropping hints she should be walking out with some young man. Her older brothers didn't know that, until eight months ago, she'd been walking out—and sneaking out for some forbidden buggy racing—with Alvin Lee Peachy. Probably because none of them could have imagined their little sister having such an outrageous suitor. Alvin Lee pushed the boundaries of the
Ordnung
, and there were rumors he intended to jump the fence and join the
Englisch
world. Would she have gone with him if he'd asked? She didn't know, and she never would because when she began to worry about his racing buggies and fast life, he'd dumped her and started courting Luella Hartz. In one moment, she'd lost the man she loved and her
gut
friend.

She'd learned her lesson. A life of adventure and daring wasn't for her. From now on, she wasn't going to risk her heart unless she knew, without a doubt, it was safe. She wouldn't consider spending time with a guy who wasn't as serious and stolid as a bishop.

As she gave a practice swing and the
kinder
urged her on excitedly, she glanced at her assistant teacher, Neva Fry, who was playing first base. Neva, almost two years younger than Esther, was learning what she needed so she could take over a school of her own.

Esther grinned in anticipation of the next play. The ball came in a soft arc, and she swung the bat. Not with all her strength. Some of the outfielders were barely six years old, and she didn't want to chance them getting hurt by a line drive.

The
kinder
behind her cheered while the ones in the field shouted to each other to catch the lazy fly ball. She sped to first base, a large stone set in place by the
daeds
who had helped build the school years ago. Her black sneaker skidded as she touched the stone with one foot and turned to head toward second. Seeing one of the older boys catch the ball, she slowed and clapped her hands.

“Well done, Jay!” she called.

With a wide grin, the boy who, at fourteen, was in his final year at the school, gave her a thumbs-up.

Smiling, she knew she should be grateful Alvin Lee hadn't proposed. She wasn't ready to give up teaching. She wanted a husband and a home and
kinder
of her own, but not until she met the right man. One who didn't whoop at the idea of danger. One she would have described as predictable a few months ago. Now that safe, dependable guy sounded like a dream come true. Well, maybe not a dream, but definitely not a nightmare.

Checking to make sure her
kapp
was straight, Esther smoothed the apron over her dress, which was her favorite shade of rose. She'd selected it and a black apron in the style the
Englischers
called a pinafore when she saw the day would be perfect for playing softball. She held up her hands, and Jay threw her the ball. She caught it easily.

Before she could tell the scholars it was time to go in for afternoon lessons, several began to chant, “One more inning! One more inning!”

Esther hesitated, knowing how few sunny, warm days remained before winter. The
kinder
had worked hard during the morning, and she hadn't had to scold any of them for not paying attention. Not even Jacob Fisher.

She glanced at the small, white schoolhouse. As she expected, the eight-year-old with a cowlick that made a black exclamation point at his crown sat alone on the porch. She invited him to play each day, and each day he resisted. She wished she could find a way to break through the walls Jacob had raised, walls around himself, walls to keep pain at bay.

She closed her eyes as she recalled what she'd been told by Jacob's elderly
onkel
, who was raising him. Jacob had been with his parents, walking home from visiting a neighbor, when they were struck by a drunk driver. The boy had been thrown onto the shoulder. When he regained consciousness, he'd discovered his parents injured by the side of the road. No one, other than Jacob and God, knew if they spoke final words to him, but he'd watched them draw their last breaths. The trial for the hit-and-run driver had added to the boy's trauma, though he hadn't had to testify and the Amish community tried to shield him.

Now he was shattered, taking insult at every turn and exploding with anger. Or else he said nothing and squirmed until he couldn't sit any longer and had to wander around the room. Working with his
onkel
, Titus Fisher, she tried to make school as comfortable for Jacob as possible.

She'd used many things she hoped would help—art projects, story writing, extra assistance with his studies, though the boy was very intelligent in spite of his inability to complete many of his lessons. She'd failed at every turn to draw him out from behind those walls he'd raised around himself. She realized she must find another way to reach him because she wasn't helping him by cajoling him in front of the other
kinder
. So now, she lifted him up in prayer. Those wouldn't fail, but God worked on His own time. He must have a reason for not yet bringing healing to Jacob's young heart.

Or hers.

She chided herself. Losing a suitor didn't compare with losing one's parents, but her heart refused to stop hurting.

“All right,” she said, smiling at the rest of the scholars because she didn't want anyone to know what she was thinking. She'd gotten
gut
at hiding the truth. “One more inning, but you need to work extra hard this afternoon.”

Heads nodded eagerly. Bouncing the ball in her right hand, she tossed it to the pitcher and took her place in center field where she could help the other outfielders, seven-year-old Olen and Freda who was ten.

The batter swung at the first three pitches and struck out. The next batter kept hitting foul balls, which sent the
kinder
chasing them. Suddenly a loud thwack announced a boy had connected with the ball.

It headed right for Esther. She backpedaled two steps. A quick glance behind her assured she could go a little farther before she'd fall down the hill. Shouts warned her the runner was already on his way to second base.

She reached to catch the ball. Her right foot caught a slippery patch of grass, and she lost her balance. She windmilled her arms, fighting to stay on her feet, but it was impossible. She dropped backward—and hit a solid chest. Strong arms kept her from ending up on her bottom. She grasped the arms as her feet continued to slide.

The ball fell at her feet. Pulling herself out of the arms, she scooped the ball up and threw it to second base. But it was too late. The run had already scored.

Behind her, a deep laugh brushed the small hairs curling at her nape beneath her
kapp
. Heat scored Esther's face as she realized she'd tumbled into a man's arms.

Her gaze had to rise to meet his, though he stood below her on the hill. He must be more than six feet tall, like her brothers, but he wasn't one of her brothers. The
gut
-looking man was a few years older than she was. No beard softened the firm line of his jaw. Beneath his straw hat, his brown eyes crinkled with his laugh.

“You haven't changed a bit, Esther Stoltzfus!” he said with another chuckle. “Still willing to risk life and limb to get the ball.”

He knew her? Who was he?

Her eyes widened. She recognized the twinkle in those dark eyes. Black hair dropped across his forehead, and he pushed it aside carelessly. Like a clap of thunder, realization came as she remembered the boy who had made that exact motion. She looked more closely and saw the small scar beneath his right eye...just like the one on the face of a boy she'd once considered her very best friend.

“Nate Zook?” she asked, not able to believe her own question.

“Ja.”
His voice was much deeper than when she'd last heard it. “Though I go by Nathaniel now.”

When she'd last seen him, he'd been...ten or eleven? She'd been eight. Before his family moved away, she and Nate, along with Micah and Daniel, her twin brothers, had spent most days together. Then, one day, the Zooks were gone. Her brothers had been astonished when they rode their scooters to Nate's house and discovered it was empty. When her
mamm
said the family had moved to Indiana in search of a better life, she wondered if it'd been as much a surprise for Nate as for her and her brothers.

She'd gone with Daniel and Micah to play at his grandparents' farm in a neighboring district when he visited the next summer, but she shouldn't have. She'd accepted a dare from a friend to hold Nate's hand. She couldn't remember which friend it'd been, but at the time she'd been excited to do something audacious. She'd embarrassed herself by following through and gripping his hand so tightly he winced and made it worse by telling him that she planned to marry him when they grew up. He hadn't come back the following summer. She'd been grateful she didn't have to face him after her silliness, and miserable because she missed him.

That was in the past. Here stood Nate—Nathaniel—Zook again, a grown man who'd arrived in time to keep her from falling down the hill.

She should say something. Several
kinder
came to stand beside her, curious about what was going on. She needed to show she wasn't that silly little girl any longer, but all that came out was, “What are you doing in Paradise Springs?”

He opened his mouth to answer. Whatever he was about to say was drowned out by a shriek from the schoolhouse.

Esther whirled and gasped when she saw two boys on the ground, fists flying. She ran to stop the fight. Finding out why Nathaniel had returned to Paradise Springs after more than a decade would have to wait. But not too long, because she was really curious why he'd come back now.

* * *

Nathaniel Zook stared after Esther as she raced across the grass, her apron flapping on her skirt. Years ago, she'd been able to outrun him and her brothers, though they were almost five years older than she was. She'd been much shorter then, and her knees, which were now properly concealed beneath her dress, had been covered with scrapes. Her bright eyes were as blue, and their steady gaze contained the same strength.

He looked past her to where two boys were rolling on the grass. Should he help? One of the boys in the fight was nearly as big as Esther was.

“Oh, Jacob Fisher! He keeps picking fights,” said a girl with a sigh.

“Or dropping books on the floor or throwing papers around.” A boy shook his head. “He wants attention. That's what my
mamm
says.”

Nathaniel didn't wait to listen to any more because when Esther bent to try to put a halt to the fight, a fist almost struck her. He crossed the yard and pushed past the gawking
kinder
. A blow to Esther's middle knocked her back a couple of steps. Again he caught her and steadied her, then he grasped both boys by their suspenders and tugged them apart.

The shorter boy struggled to get away, his brown eyes snapping with fury. Flinging his fists out wildly, he almost connected with the taller boy's chin.

Shoving them away from each other, Nathaniel said, “Enough. If you can't honestly tell each other you're sorry for acting foolishly, at least shake hands.”

“I'm not shaking hands with him!” The taller boy was panting, and blood dripped from the left corner of his mouth. “He'll jump me again for no reason.”

The shorter boy puffed up like a snake about to strike. “You called me a—”

“Enough,” Nathaniel repeated as he kept a tight hold on their suspenders. “What's been said was said. What's been done has been done. It's over. Let it go.”

The glowers the boys gave him warned Nathaniel that he was wasting his breath.

“Benny,” ordered Esther, “go and wash up. Jacob, wait on the porch for me. We need to talk.” She gestured toward a younger woman who'd been staring wide-eyed at the battling boys. “Neva, take the other scholars inside please.”

Astonished by how serene her voice was and how quickly the boys turned to obey after scowling at each other again, Nathaniel waited while the
kinder
followed Neva into the school. He knew Esther would want to get back to her job, as well. Since he'd returned to Paradise Springs, he'd heard over and over what a devoted teacher Esther Stoltzfus was. Well, his visit should be a short one because all he needed was for her to say a quick
ja
.

First, however, he had to ask, “Are you okay, Esther?”

“I'm fine.” She adjusted her
kapp
, which had come loose in the melee. Her golden-brown hair glistened through the translucent white organdy of her heart-shaped
kapp
. Her dress was a charming dark pink almost the same color as her cheeks. The flush nearly absorbed her freckles. There weren't as many as the last time he'd seen her more than a decade ago.

Back then, she and her twin brothers had been his best friends. In some ways, he'd been closer to her than her brothers. Micah and Daniel were twins, and they had a special bond. He and Esther had often found themselves on one team while her brothers took the other side, whether playing ball or having races or embarking on some adventure. She hadn't been one of those girly girls who worried about getting her clothes dirty or if her hair was mussed. She played to win, though she was younger than the rest of them. He'd never met another girl like her, a girl who was, as his
daed
had described her, not afraid to be one of the boys.