Her eyes widened. And then, she did the most amazing thing. She circled around her mother so she was now walking between the two of them. After clasping Amanda’s hand, Regina said, “I like digging for crabs.”
Roman glanced at Amanda. She looked stunned. It was obvious that this wasn’t Regina’s usual habit.
Roman was thrilled by the little girl’s acceptance but didn’t want to make a big deal about it. So he continued to chat. “You like digging for crabs, do ya? Aren’t you scared that one is going to snap at your fingers?”
“One did! I got a Band-Aid then, too. But it wasn’t a unicorn one. It was plain old brown.”
He was charmed. “I like the unicorns better.”
“Me, too.”
While Roman laughed, Amanda felt herself smiling, almost against her will. It was rare that people thought to include her little girl in their conversation. It was rarer still for Regina to respond like she was with Roman.
Ever since Wesley got sick, Regina had become withdrawn. More of a worrier and far less outgoing.
But now Amanda was seeing glimpses of her daughter that she’d feared would be gone forever. It was amazing, really, and made her feel flustered.
Roman, on the other hand, looked anything but flustered. Actually, he looked as if he was determined to make sure Regina didn’t feel left out in the slightest.
As she watched Regina blossom under Roman’s gentle, teasing banter, Amanda felt herself warming toward him. Slowly, her first impression of him was transforming. Truth be told, she was appreciating Roman’s efforts to be more open about his life, too.
Instinctively, she knew he was working hard to make himself agreeable to her. He wanted her to like him. That was flattering, indeed. When was the last time someone had made her feel like an attractive woman, not only Wesley’s widow?
Gosh, when was the last time she’d even felt attractive? She could barely remember such feelings.
When Wesley was battling cancer, she’d forgotten to eat, neglected to take care of herself. After he passed away, she’d had a series of illnesses—the result of being so rundown and unhealthy.
Then, of course, it had been a struggle to get through every day. She’d worn somber dresses and only focused on Regina. Only over the last eight months had her attitude shifted. She’d started to notice the blue skies again, and the kindness of other people. She’d started to find peace within herself and enjoyment from small things.
And now it looked like she’d almost come full circle. She’d attracted a handsome man’s regard . . . and she didn’t hate it.
These realizations made her want to try harder, too. “So, Roman, where is your favorite place to go get ice cream?”
“I don’t have a place in mind.” With a wink in Regina’s direction, he said, “I simply thought it sounded like a good idea.”
“I love ice cream,” Regina quipped.
Raising his head, he met Amanda’s gaze. “Is there somewhere you two like to go? Wherever you have in mind is fine with me.”
“I don’t have a favorite spot.”
“I do! I like the Swirl,” Regina exclaimed. “They have orange swirls.”
“That sounds great.” He looked around. “And where is that shop?”
“Here!” Regina said, pointing to the charming whitewashed building one block away that had silly swirling ice cream pictures on the windows. It also boasted a line of at least twenty people.
“And just in time, too. I was tired of walking,” Roman said with a smile. As they got in the back of the line, he looked down at Regina. “What do you think I should get?”
“Orange swirls, just like me.”
“What do you usually get, Amanda?”
His voice, warm and kind, melted her more than the sun ever had. “Oh, any kind,” she said, because, suddenly, for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what she usually ate. Was it vanilla?
“Mamm likes vanilla swirls with rainbow sprinkles,” Regina supplied.
Roman looked intrigued. “Rainbow sprinkles, hmm?”
“Ah, only on special occasions.”
They continued to stand in line, slowly edging forward as person after person walked away with napkin-wrapped cones.
Amanda had stood in this line dozens of times, but it had been quite some time since she’d felt so happy or relaxed.
What was it about him that intrigued her so much?
Was it the way he was revealing himself to them bit by bit, as if he were peeling back layers of an onion?
Was it his handsome good looks, the way his dark hair, brown eyes, and muscular build looked like it could handle anything? His physique was so different from Wesley’s. Wes had been slimmer, shorter. And at the end, of course, far weaker. She’d had to be strong for him.
Roman, on the other hand, looked like he could shoulder any burden easily.
All she knew was that she was terribly eager to learn more about him.
“Tell me about your family,” she blurted when he and Regina had a break in their conversation. “I mean, do you have any sisters or brothers?”
“I have two younger sisters. They’re twins.”
“Twins?” Regina wrinkled her nose. “What does that mean?”
“He means that his sisters are like Jana and Jacob,” Amanda said. “They were born at the same time.”
“Except my sisters look almost exactly alike,” he teased. “Somehow I don’t think Jana and Jacob do.”
“They don’t. One’s a boy and the other is a girl.”
“It’s good they look different then, jah?”
“Are you close to them?” Amanda asked.
He grinned. “If you knew them, you’d know that I had no choice but to be close to them.” His expression softened. “But seriously, they’re great. They’re only one year younger than me, so we grew up together. My mamm used to say she felt like she had triplets, not twins. One of them, Viola, just got engaged to a missionary.”
“And the other? Is she married yet?”
He shook his head. “Nee. I don’t know if Elsie will ever marry.”
Amanda was waiting for him to tell her more when Regina tugged on her apron.
“Mamm?” she whispered, with a pleading look in her eyes.
Offering an apologetic look Roman’s way, she bent down. “What is it, dear?”
“Do they like eis rawm, too?”
With a soft chuckle, Amanda turned to Roman. “I’m sorry. My Regina has something of a one-track mind.”
“Regina, you didn’t want to ask me about that yourself?”
“As I said, sometimes she can be a little shy.”
“Oh. Well, jah, Regina. My sisters do like ice cream, very much,” he said seriously. Just as if Regina’s question meant the world to him.
Once again, Amanda felt that little, unexpected pull toward him that caught her off guard. What was it about him that made her feel so comfortable with him? That made her trust even Regina to be around him?
Luckily, she didn’t have to ponder that because they had just arrived at the counter. “Ah. Here we are.”
“Are you going to get vanilla with sprinkles as usual?” Roman asked with wink.
“Probably . . . ”
“You’re not feeling adventurous?”
“Not in my ice cream,” she replied. Then realized that that had become the case with a lot of things lately. It used to be that she had loved to try new things and meet new people. But after Wesley, even deviating from her regular routine had felt daring.
As Roman leaned down to talk to Regina, Amanda realized that he wasn’t merely pretending to be interested in her daughter. He actually was at ease with her. She also couldn’t help noticing that Regina didn’t seem to be displaying any of the typical reticence she usually did when she was around men.
Did Regina sense in Roman the same thing that she did? That there was something about him that was safe . . . and terribly attractive?
And if she was attracted to hi
m, what did that say about her? She knew better than to ever put her heart in danger again. Especially not with someone with whom there was no hope of a future.
“Amanda, do you want your usual small cup of vanilla?” Cheryl, the chatty red-haired Englischer who owned the Swirl asked.
With a start, Amanda realized that they were holding up the line. “Sorry,” she said with a blush. “I guess my mind wandered.”
Cheryl’s smiled broadened. “The heat must be getting to you today.” Picking up a small dish, she raised her pencil-thin brows. “So, the usual?”
“You know what, I think I’m going to get a medium chocolate-and-vanilla swirl in a cone today.” She paused, then added, “And I’ll have it dipped in chocolate, too.”
Cheryl’s brows went even higher. “Well, I’ll be. Wonders never cease. I’ll get that for you in a jiffy.”
As Regina gaped, Roman grinned widely. “Care to tell me why your order is such a big deal?”
“I’ve been coming here for years. Every single time, I’ve always gotten the same thing. A habit, I guess you might call it.”
“But today it was time for a change?”
“Jah. Today, it was time for a change.” Of course, the ice cream was the least of it—not that he needed to know that. She shook her head in embarrassment. “That doesn’t say much about me, does it? I mean a change in an ice cream order shouldn’t be such a big deal.”
“I disagree,” he murmured. “I think it says a whole lot about you. And I think it’s all good, Amanda.”
After handing Amanda her chocolate-covered cone, Cheryl turned to him. “And for you?”
“It’s time for me to live dangerously, too. I’ll have the same,” he said.
“And me, three?” Regina asked.
“Nee,” Amanda said with a shiver. “That is far too much for you. You may have your usual.”
“Oh, all right.”
When Cheryl handed out Regina’s cone, Roman pulled out his wallet. “I’ve got this.”
“Roman—”
“It’s my idea, my treat.”
“But—”
“It’s ice cream. Let me.”
“Danke,” she said, deciding to give in gracefully.
After they were all armed with more napkins, Regina having her favorite—the small orange swirl—they walked to a bench and sat down together in a row, each of them enjoying the treat and seeming to enjoy the company and the sunny day just as much.
Amanda kicked her feet out a bit, liking the way the sun heated her ankles. Liking all of it.
Until she spied her mother-in-law looking at her across the way. “Uh-oh,” she murmured before realizing that she had spoken out loud.
Roman turned to her in concern. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing wrong, but things might be a little uncomfortable,” she whispered. “That’s my mother-in-law, and I’m afraid she’s going to be mighty surprised to see me with you.”
“Just tell me what you want me to say.”
“You can say whatever you want . . . just don’t be surprised if she peppers you with questions.”
The moment Regina spied her grandmother, she stood up and ran to her, chattering all about the beach and Pop-Tarts and Roman and the ice cream.
As Marlene listened to her, her expression became more and more concerned.
With a sinking feeling, Amanda stayed where she was. If she was going to have to explain herself in front of all of Pinecraft, she preferred to do it from where she was. She was determined to stand her ground, even if she was, well, sitting.
When Regina finally took a breath, Marlene took Regina’s free hand and walked over to them. “Hello, Amanda. You said you were going to stay at the haus today. And that Regina was going to be with a friend.”
“Some of our plans changed, though we do still hope to see Lindy later today. Um, Marlene, please meet Roman Keim. Roman, this is Marlene Yoder. My mother-in-law.”
Roman was already standing up. “Nice to meet you.”
Cool blue eyes looked him over before nodding, and then deliberately ignoring him. “Amanda, what in the world is going on?”
“We’re eating ice cream.”
“That is not what I meant.” Her lips pursed, then she continued. “Why don’t you and Regina come with me to lunch?”
“Danke, but no. As you can see, we’re eating ice cream,” she protested lightly. “Plus, we have other things planned.”
“We do?” Regina asked. “What are we doing?”
“We have a play date with Lindy, of course.”
As she’d hoped, the news brought a bright smile to her daughter’s face. “I like Lindy.”
“And she likes you, dear.” Turning to her mother-in-law, she said, “It was nice to see you, Marlene, but I’m afraid we’re going to continue with our plans.”
“Plans.”
“Jah. We’re going to be fairly busy the rest of the day,” she said firmly. Getting to her feet, she said, “Roman, let’s go ahead and take that walk to the park you told me about.”
Luckily, he nodded, like he had any idea what she was talking about. “Whatever you want is fine with me. It’s a great walk.” Bending slightly, he smiled at her daughter. “Regina, are you ready?”
“Uh-huh.”
Amanda liked how he called her daughter over. Even more, she liked how Regina answered with a happy smile. For a moment, they looked like a family. And though it hurt to think that she could be in a family without Wesley, it didn’t hurt quite as badly as she had thought it would.
“Amanda, I will call you this afternoon. We’ll talk then.”
“If I’m home, I guess we will. Good day, Marlene.”
Roman blinked, then reached for Regina’s hand. “Let’s go to the park.”
“Yay!” Regina exclaimed, just as if they did this all the time.
Amanda found herself smiling, too, as they walked down the boardwalk, the three of them a little unit. It felt nice. Almost perfect.
All she had to do was not think about how much she’d just upset her mother-in-law.
And how for just for a moment, she hadn’t cared.
Chapter Six
“Viola, another letter came for you today,” Nancy called out when Viola entered the staff room at Daybreak to have lunch. “I put it on the corner of my desk.”
“Danke.” Eagerly, Viola ran to the front office and snatched up the letter that was, indeed, waiting for her on the receptionist’s desk. Though her family thought it was silly, she’d begun to ask Edward to mail some of his letters to her at Daybreak. Otherwise, every letter she received was commented upon. Sometimes she just wanted to read Ed’s letters in private.
Because no one was there to see, she ran her finger over her neatly printed name and address on the envelope, thinking how Edward had written it all just days ago.
Then, feeling giddy and more than a little self-conscious, she quickly walked to one of the cozy conversational areas down the hall to read his latest note from Belize.
The irony of her actions didn’t escape her. For almost a year before she and Ed had met in person, she’d been practically forced to listen to every one of Ed’s letters. His father, Atle, had received each one with pride, and had eagerly shared his son’s news with everyone and anyone—whether they’d expressed a desire to hear about Edward’s mission work or not.
But while Atle had glowed with pride about his son’s work, Viola had inwardly seethed. Accustomed to managing everyone and everything around her, she’d been sure Ed should have put his father’s needs first and stayed in Berlin. For some reason, everything that Ed had written about his hard work in Nicaragua had struck her as selfish.
Now, she realized that she’d taken a bunch of misconceptions about Ed and had wrapped them in a tight ball of self-righteousness.
But a funny thing had happened when she and Ed had met—sparks had flown between them, right about the time that she’d realized that she’d jumped to conclusions t
hat weren’t right at all. Before long, she’d fallen for his good looks and charming ways.
The next thing she knew, they were trading barbs and flirting with each other. And not too long after that?
They’d been falling in love.
No one had been happier about the new developments than Atle, of course. The gregarious, opinionated old man loved his son and wanted him happy. He’d thought all along that the two of them would make a good couple, and it looked as if he’d been right.
He’d loved pointing that out, too.
Now she and Ed were engaged. After much discussion, they’d agreed that, though it would be difficult, they would have to live apart for six months. That would give Ed time to concentrate on his new job as director of Christian Aid Ministries Association’s mission in Belize.
It also gave her family time to plan the wedding she’d always dreamed of, and, of course, it gave her time to get used to the big changes that were happening in her life. In just a few short months, she, too, would be traveling to another country. This time, as a missionary’s wife. It was thrilling and nerve-wracking, too.
Moving far away from her whole family scared her. And, in the middle of the night, when she rolled over in bed and spied her twin sister Elsie across the room on her own bed, Viola wasn’t even sure if her heart would be able to stand living so far away from her sister. They were closer than close, and added to that was how much Viola worried about Elsie’s illness. Elsie’s sight was steadily becoming worse, and Viola knew it was just a matter of time before Elsie was going to be blind.
Sometimes Viola doubted every decision she’d recently made. She wondered how she was ever going to be able to leave her family for the brand-new love of a man who she’d really only spent a few weeks with.
But then she’d get a phone call or a letter from Ed and all her worries would fade away and she’d realize that what was happening was meant to happen. She and Edward were meant to be together, and she couldn’t prioritize everyone else’s happiness above her own.
Satisfied that she was completely alone, she opened the envelope and carefully unfolded the letter.
Dear Viola,
Have I told you about the pretty sunsets over the ocean?
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