Amish Passion (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) Read Free

thought, observing Mother Yoder cruelly tease little Sarah most nights during dinner, until the child would be in tears .  Stop it, she would want to scream at Mother Yoder .  Make her stop, she wanted to shout at Ezekiel, but didn’t dare.  She felt part of the price she had to pay for God keeping Leah alive was to bear the brunt of her afflictions without complaint. 
    She also had put her sense of industry to work . Not only would she sell eggs to her parents to resell in their store, she made jams, breads, and pies which she would sell the only gas station just out of town, on Highway Six.  Often the English would stop and buy from her.  Most of them were repeat customers.
    Today upon arriving at her parents’ store she was met by her younger sister Hannah, who helped bring the eggs into the store while Rebekah brought in Rachel and some loaves of fresh bread for sale.  Hannah was not as adept with figures as Rebekah was so while Hannah completed some chores inside the house, Rebekah went over the store’s books. Rachel sat in her baby seat on the counter beside her mother.
    She heard the screen door slam.  “There are many errors here,” she said to Hannah, without lifting her eyes from the numbers.
    “Hello , Becca.”  She did not need to look up to know who spoke.  If she lived to be one hundred, she would never forget that voice.  It was the voice that haunted her dreams.  It was the voice that played in her fantasies at night. 
    She swallowed hard.  For some reason, she hadn’t expected to ever see him again, especially when she had Rachel in tow.
    “Hello, Nick.”
    His face was a combination of bruised emotions and adoration.
    Even now, he can’t hide it.  Oh, God, give me strength .
    It took Nick a moment to notice Rachel.  She had pulled at her bonnet, freeing it from her head and was now clutching it in her tiny hands. Her curly dark hair was now exposed.  Nick approached her and stoked a curl with one finger.  Rachel looked up at him and gurgled. 
    Rebekah ’s heart thundered like a runaway horse.  Oh dear God, he’s going to know, he’s going to know! She had never told Nick about the baby.  The covenant she made with God required her to say goodbye to this man that she loved.  If Nick had known about Rachel, he never would have let her go. Her plan to stay with Leah would have failed because she would have been shunned from her people.
    “Aren’t you adorable?” he said to Rachel.  Then to Rebekah, “How old is she?”
    “Six months.”  She could see him doing mental math.
    “Born in February . . . ”  His face darkened.  “Why didn’t you tell me?”  He was clearly wounded.  Angry.
    “Nick, I —”  Oh, this is bad.
    “Then you go and marry this other guy —”
    “Nick —”  No, this is beyond bad.
    “Does he know the baby is mine?”  He was irate.  “When were you going to let me know?  Ever?  Don’t you think I deserve to know about my own . . .” He stopped castigating her.  “Daughter?”  Amish babies were all dressed like little girls until potty trained, when the boys got trousers for the first time. 
    Rebekah could only nod. 
    Nick touched the baby’s check, which brought the two pairs of soft brown eyes to meet each other. 
    “What is her name?”
    “Rachel.”
    “She’s beautiful.”
    Rebekah felt like all the oxygen had been squeezed out of her.  “She looks like you.”
    “We need to talk.”
    Oh no.   “No, we don’t.”
    “Oh, yes, we do.”
    “Nick, I don’t want to talk—”
    “I have a legal right to see my daughter—” 
    Holy shit , as he would say , she thought. Would he really threaten her with English law?
    “You can’t prove —”
    “Yes, Becca, there are blood tests that will prove exactly who she is.”
    She gasped, “You wouldn’t.”
    “I want to see you.”
    “I can’t —”
    “Does Ezekiel know that he’s not her father?”  He examined the disturbed cast that clouded