Читать книгу The Amish Spinster's Courtship - Emma Miller - Страница 8
Оглавление“I still need to add the sugar…”
“You’re telling me,” Marshall replied. His voice came out in a strangled croak and he began to cough again.
Lovey pointed at him with her spoon. “Sorry. Though my mam did teach me to make lemonade so you could taste the lemons.”
“Did she?” He laughed. He was captivated by the pretty young woman’s eyes, her smile. “Your mam would approve of this batch for certain.”
“I am sorry,” she repeated. Then she giggled again.
Marshall watched her. “I can see I’ll have to be more careful about reading signs literally when I come in here.”
“Maybe you should.” She smiled to herself, adding the sugar to the pitcher.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. There was something so familiar about her.
This girl wore the Amish clothing of every other local girl he knew, but there was something remarkably different, yet familiar, about her...as though he’d known her all his life. And suddenly he wanted to know her for the rest of his life.
