The Amish Heart of Ice Mountain (2015)
“Ellis’s station wagon, the vehicle that would bring her back to the base of Ice Mountain. She watched the trees rush by in a blur and closed her eyes for a moment, ignoring the fact that Edward sat, solid and still, next to her—so close that she could catch his scent. But now there was no alcohol on his breath, only his own manly smell of pine and summer and things promised. Things lost . . .
She jumped when he laid a tender hand on her knee and opened her eyes.
“Would you like to stop at the i...ce mine for a minute before we go up?” he asked softly.
She shrugged, feeling her shoulder touch his. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Jah, it does. You know there’s something about the mine that’s . . .” She watched him pause, visibly struggling for words, which was so unlike him. But she didn’t feel like supplying what he sought and waited.
“. . . like Gott is there,” he finished.
She stared at him. “Gott?” she asked. “Since when do you talk about Gott?”
His blue eye shone with steadiness.MoreLess
She jumped when he laid a tender hand on her knee and opened her eyes.
“Would you like to stop at the i...ce mine for a minute before we go up?” he asked softly.
She shrugged, feeling her shoulder touch his. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Jah, it does. You know there’s something about the mine that’s . . .” She watched him pause, visibly struggling for words, which was so unlike him. But she didn’t feel like supplying what he sought and waited.
“. . . like Gott is there,” he finished.
She stared at him. “Gott?” she asked. “Since when do you talk about Gott?”
His blue eye shone with steadiness.MoreLess
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