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Unable to find her voice, Ruth nodded.

He lifted her into his arms, and gazed into her face.

Ruth couldn’t catch her breath. All she could do was stare into the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen.

“You scared me half to death,” he murmured, still holding her.

“Is she hurt?”

The sound of her mother’s voice brought her back to the reality of the situation. “Put me down,” she ordered, embarrassed now. “I’m fine.”

Flustered, Ruth stuffed her loose red hair up in her Kapp.

“You sure you’re all right?” The beautiful stranger looked boldly into her face.

The man staring at her was entirely too handsome. He was tall and broad shouldered, with a dimple on his chin. He was clean-shaven, so he wasn’t married.

“Eli Lapp.” He offered his hand to her the way the English did, but she didn’t take it.

Another flush of embarrassment crept across her face.

“And you must be Ruth, Hannah’s daughter,” he said, grinning.

How did he know Mam? How did he know her?