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In this compelling novel in the Pleasant Valley series, a woman opens a quilt shop that brings the Amish and the Englisch together—and brings her unexpected challenges...
Hoping for a distraction after a thwarted romance, new arrival Katie Miller sets up shop on Pleasant Valley’s Main Street. It’s not long before a quilting circle forms and women from both the Amish and Englisch worlds are crafting and socializing together—much to the consternation of the furniture craftsman next door. Caleb Brand has kept to himself since he lost his betrothed under scandalous circumstances, and he could do without all the feminine chatter, not to mention Katie Miller’s carefree attitude.
When Katie becomes involved with her Englisch friends in promoting Pennsylvania Dutch Days, some in town appreciate the new business it brings. But others are upset about the flood of outsiders it attracts. When acts of vandalism threaten Katie’s shop, she turns to Caleb for comfort and soon a fragile friendship forms. But will Caleb’s secret past prevent him from embracing a future with Katie? Or will their fragile romance develop the strength to last a lifetime?
Hoping for a distraction after a thwarted romance, new arrival Katie Miller sets up shop on Pleasant Valley’s Main Street. It’s not long before a quilting circle forms and women from both the Amish and Englisch worlds are crafting and socializing together—much to the consternation of the furniture craftsman next door. Caleb Brand has kept to himself since he lost his betrothed under scandalous circumstances, and he could do without all the feminine chatter, not to mention Katie Miller’s carefree attitude.
When Katie becomes involved with her Englisch friends in promoting Pennsylvania Dutch Days, some in town appreciate the new business it brings. But others are upset about the flood of outsiders it attracts. When acts of vandalism threaten Katie’s shop, she turns to Caleb for comfort and soon a fragile friendship forms. But will Caleb’s secret past prevent him from embracing a future with Katie? Or will their fragile romance develop the strength to last a lifetime?
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About the Author:
A lifetime spent in rural Pennsylvania and her own Pennsylvania Dutch roots led Marta Perry to write about the Plain People who add to the rich heritage of her home state. She is the author of more than fifty inspirational romance novels, including the Pleasant Valley series and the Keepers of the Promise trilogy. She lives with her husband in a century-old farmhouse.
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Chapter One
Fast-paced chatter in Pennsylvania Dutch, followed by a ripple of women's laughter, floated through the archway to Caleb Brand's handmade-furniture shop from what used to be a hardware store next door. Caleb forced himself to focus on the rocking chair he was waxing, trying to ignore the sounds of change.
He didn't like change. This building, with its two connected shops, had been a male enclave for years. Now everything was different, because Bishop Mose had decided to rent the other side to Katie Miller for a quilt shop.
Caleb gritted his teeth and rubbed a little harder, trying to concentrate on the grain of the hickory. Rocking chairs were among his best sellers, and this one had turned out to his satisfaction. He'd never let anything go out of his shop that he wouldn't be happy to have in his own home.
Another peal of female laughter. How many women were over there, anyway, helping to set up for the opening tomorrow? It sounded like half the sisters from the church district.
No reason why Katie Miller, newly komm to Pleasant Valley from Columbia County, shouldn't open a quilt shop. He wished her well. Just not next door to him.
The bell on his own front door jingled, and he looked up. Bishop Mose, his white beard fluttering in the mild May breeze that swept down the main street of the village, ducked into the shop.
"Bishop Mose." He half rose, showing the bishop that he was behind the counter at the rear of the showroom.
"Ach, Caleb, I thought you'd be tucked away upstairs in your workshop at this hour." The bishop, his years seeming to sit lightly on him, wound his way through the handmade wooden furniture that filled the room.
"Nobody's here to help out today, so I have to mind the shop." Caleb put the lid on the furniture wax, tapping it down tight. "Can I do something for you?"
"Ach, no." The bishop's blue eyes, wise with a lifetime of service to the Amish of Pleasant Valley, crinkled a little. "Chust thought I should see for myself how you're dealing with your new neighbor."
Caleb glanced down at the rocker to avoid meeting the bishop's gaze. "Fine. Everything's fine, I think."
He didn't understand why Bishop Mose had seen fit to install a quilt shop next to him, but he wouldn't complain. He'd never forget that when it seemed every person in the valley had turned against him, Bishop Mose had accepted his word.
It was eight years since then, and Caleb supposed folks still talked about him and Mattie, though not in his presence. But thanks to Bishop Mose, he still had his place here.
In the brief silence between them, the sound of women's voices came through clearly, talking about how best to display some quilts, it seemed.
"That's gut," Bishop Mose said. "I thought maybe it would be a bother to you, having a quilt shop next door instead of a hardware store."
Absently, Caleb caressed a curved spindle of the rocker, the wood warm and smooth under his hand. Could he drop a hint in the bishop's ear?
"Well, I did think a hardware store was a better fit with my shop." He said the words as cautiously as if he were walking on eggs. "We shared more of the same customers, ain't so?"
"You don't think the folks who buy Katie's quilts will be interested in your fine rocking chairs and chests?" Bishop Mose lifted white eyebrows.
Another burst of laughter scraped at Caleb's nerves. "No. I don't think a bunch of quilting women are likely to want what-"
He stopped-a little too late, it seemed. Katie Miller stood in the archway, and he didn't doubt she'd heard his words. He cleared his throat, trying to think what to say, but she beat him to it.
"Ach, Bishop Mose, I thought I heard your voice." The warm smile she directed toward the bishop probably didn't include Caleb. "Would you like to see what we've done with the shop?"
"We would like nothing better." He reached across the counter to clap Caleb's shoulder. "Komm, Caleb. We'll have a look at your new neighbor's shop, ain't so?"
Caleb hesitated, glancing at Katie. Her blue eyes were guarded, it seemed to him, and her strong jaw set. Katie Miller looked like a determined woman, one bent on doing things her way.
Which was maybe how she'd reached her midtwenties without marrying, an unusual situation for an Amish woman. And at the moment her way most likely didn't include showing him her shop.
But in the next instant her expression had melted into a smile. She smoothed back a strand of light brown hair under the white kapp on the back of her head and nodded. "Komm. I'd like fine to show you what we've done."
With the bishop's hand on his shoulder Caleb couldn't very well pull away. He walked through the archway, feeling as if he were moving into a foreign land.
It looked that way, too. Harvey Schmidt's barrels of nails and coils of wire were long gone, of course. The shop had been stripped down to the bare shelves during Harvey's closing sale. But now-
The walls and shelves had been painted white, as had the counters. Against the white, every color possible glowed in bolts of fabric and spools of thread. It looked like a huge flower garden in full bloom.
And that was saying nothing of the quilts, draped on a four-poster maple bed that had been placed in the center of the space. Another quilt, in shades of blue and yellow and white, sagged between Molly, Katie's cousin and the reason Katie had come to the valley in the first place, and Sarah Mast, Pleasant Valley's midwife. Both stood on chairs, obviously trying to hang the quilt from a rod that Harvey had used to support coils of rope.
"That looks like a dangerous thing to be doing." Bishop Mose was quick to steady the chair on which Molly teetered. "Especially for a new mammi."
Dimples appeared in Molly's cheeks. "Ach, you sound just like my Jacob. Anyone would think I was made of glass to hear him. After all, our little boy is over four months old now."
"Ja, well, komm down anyway," Katie said, going quickly to grasp the quilt from them. "This one I'll put on the bed. I have some quilted table runners that can hang from the rod instead."
Molly and Sarah climbed down, looking a little relieved, Caleb thought.
Sarah took the quilt back from Katie, her normally serious face lighting with a smile. Sarah had been a newcomer to the valley herself not that long ago, when she'd arrived to take over the midwife practice from her elderly aunt. Maybe that explained the connection she seemed to have with Katie.
"We'll put the quilt in place," Sarah said. "You have guests to show around."
Katie nodded. She spread her arms wide in a gesture that took in the whole space.
"Here it is, as you can see. My new quilt shop." A smile blossomed on her face, touching her eyes and bringing a glow to her cheeks.
Happiness. Hope. They radiated from Katie like heat from a stove. Caleb couldn't help but be touched.
But that didn't change anything, he reminded himself. Having the woman's business right next door was going to be a nuisance.
And if she'd heard what folks in Pleasant Valley said about him, it wondered him that she'd want to be near him at all.
ÒAre you certain sure I canÕt stay and help you a bit longer?Ó Cousin Molly hovered at the door of the shop. ÒJacob doesnÕt mind watching the boppli.Ó
"Get along home." Katie gave her a quick hug. "That little one will be wanting to eat soon, and that's one thing Jacob can't do."
Molly giggled, her face alight with mischief, as if she were a child again herself. "He does get desperate when little Jacob cries. I think it makes him appreciate me more."
"Jacob appreciates you fine, especially after all the months you were apart when he was working out west." Katie gave her cousin a gentle shove. "It is ser kind of you to spend so much time helping me, but now you should get on home to them."
Molly paused again, glancing around the shop. "The place does look wonderful gut, Katie. Who would have thought the old hardware store could change so much?"
"I just hope people like the change." She suspected she already knew of one person who didn't.
Molly gave her a quick, impulsive hug. "I'm so glad you're here. And glad, too, that your parents were willing to part with you." She kissed Katie's cheek and went out, the shop door bell jingling.
Katie had been grateful for all the help today. Still, it was gut to be alone in the place that was everything she had hoped it would be. She touched the end bolt of a row of fabric, feeling the soft cotton slip through her fingers.
Denke, Father. The prayer formed in her thoughts. Thank you for giving me useful work to do here.
Molly's parting words echoed in her mind. It wasn't quite true that her parents had been willing to part with her . . . not entirely, anyway.
She'd explained to Mamm and Daad why, after her visit to help when Molly had her baby, she wanted to start a shop here in Pleasant Valley. Her mamm hadn't been convinced. Mamm wanted the same thing for all five of her girls . . . that they get married, have babies, and settle down close to her.
Unfortunately, her eldest daughter was disappointing her on all counts.
Katie crossed her arms, rubbing them, and moved to the display of quilts in the center of the shop. It was lucky that she'd had a number of her own works to put out, since the quilts she expected to sell on consignment from other Amish women had been slow to show up.
It will get better, she assured herself. Once people see that the shop is open, they'll be more willing.
As for Mammi . . . well, in the end she'd given way, due in large part to Daadi's persuading. Katie's heart warmed. She owed this venture to him.
She traced the tiny squares of a postage-stamp quilt with her finger. The sign of a patient quilter, that one was, requiring the time to fit together all those small pieces.
She had made that quilt during the long winter after Eli married her best friend. Nearly four years ago now, but she hadn't forgotten. In one brief summer, she had lost both the man she'd expected to spend her life with and her closest friend.
A scrape sounded from the shop next door, reminding her that she was not really alone. Caleb Brand was there, and Caleb was not very pleased with his new neighbor, it seemed. Bishop Mose hadn't said much about the man when he'd brought her to see the shop he had for rent. Only that Caleb's woodworking business was in the other half of the storefront, and the bishop was sure they'd be good neighbors.
Funny that Molly hadn't said much of anything about Caleb Brand, either. Not that Molly was a blabbermaul, but she'd spent most of her life in Pleasant Valley. She must know him. She knew everybody. If . . .
The thought trailed off as the front door opened. Katie turned, ready to say that the shop wouldn't be open until tomorrow, but the words died on her lips.
"Mammi! What are you doing here?" And not just her mother. Two of her sisters, twenty-one-year-old Louise and sixteen-year-old Rhoda, crowded in behind her.
"We've komm for your opening, ain't so?" Mamm untied her bonnet and took it off, revealing brown hair tinged slightly with gray. "Ach, that's better. That bus bumped us around so much I thought we'd never get here in one piece." Her gaze sharpened on Katie. "Well? Aren't you happy to see us?"
"For certain sure I am." Katie hurried to her mother for a hug and then turned to Louise, her next-younger sister. "I'm just surprised, is all. How could Louise tear herself away from Jonas?"
Something that might have been a snort came from Rhoda, but Louise acted as if she didn't hear it. "Jonas agreed that it was my duty to help Mammi on the trip," she said. "He'd never object to that, even if he doesn't understand why you had to go so far away."
Katie bit back the tart words on her tongue about Louise's intended's opinion. Jonas, the youngest son of a bishop, had a bit too much self-importance for Katie's taste, but that was Louise's concern, not hers.
"I'm sure Katie doesn't care what Jonas-"
Katie interrupted whatever unwise words Rhoda was about to say with a quick, strong hug and a murmured hush in her ear. "It is ser gut to see all of you."
She drew back, waving her hand to encompass the whole of her shop. "What do you think of it?"
Mamm took a few steps around, studying the layout as if comparing it to her own quilt shop back in Columbia County. "It's not as big as I thought it would be."
"There's another room at the back that I can expand into," Katie said. "This is enough for starting off, I think."
"You could be right. The less you have, the easier it will be to . . ." Her mother stopped and then started again. ". . . to take care of."
That wasn't what she'd intended to say, Katie felt sure. The less there will be to get rid of when you come home again. That was the thought in her mother's mind, wasn't it?
Katie found she was clutching her arms around herself again and deliberately relaxed.
One year. That was how long she had to prove herself. Daadi had paid Bishop Mose for one year's rent on the shop. At the end of that year, she should be able to sign her own lease.
Or go home in defeat and spend her life next door to Eli and Jessica, watching their growing family.
She cleared her throat. "How long are you . . . will you be able to stay?"
"Ach, chust 'til Friday. Louise is supposed to go to dinner with Jonas's family on Saturday, so we must get back." Mamm nodded toward the stairway that led up to the second floor. "Will you have room for us in your apartment?"
"We'll make room." Katie thought rapidly. Mamm would have her room, of course, and Louise and Rhoda could share the second bedroom. She'd sleep on the couch. "If you're not comfortable, I'm sure Molly would be glad to have you stay with her."
Fast-paced chatter in Pennsylvania Dutch, followed by a ripple of women's laughter, floated through the archway to Caleb Brand's handmade-furniture shop from what used to be a hardware store next door. Caleb forced himself to focus on the rocking chair he was waxing, trying to ignore the sounds of change.
He didn't like change. This building, with its two connected shops, had been a male enclave for years. Now everything was different, because Bishop Mose had decided to rent the other side to Katie Miller for a quilt shop.
Caleb gritted his teeth and rubbed a little harder, trying to concentrate on the grain of the hickory. Rocking chairs were among his best sellers, and this one had turned out to his satisfaction. He'd never let anything go out of his shop that he wouldn't be happy to have in his own home.
Another peal of female laughter. How many women were over there, anyway, helping to set up for the opening tomorrow? It sounded like half the sisters from the church district.
No reason why Katie Miller, newly komm to Pleasant Valley from Columbia County, shouldn't open a quilt shop. He wished her well. Just not next door to him.
The bell on his own front door jingled, and he looked up. Bishop Mose, his white beard fluttering in the mild May breeze that swept down the main street of the village, ducked into the shop.
"Bishop Mose." He half rose, showing the bishop that he was behind the counter at the rear of the showroom.
"Ach, Caleb, I thought you'd be tucked away upstairs in your workshop at this hour." The bishop, his years seeming to sit lightly on him, wound his way through the handmade wooden furniture that filled the room.
"Nobody's here to help out today, so I have to mind the shop." Caleb put the lid on the furniture wax, tapping it down tight. "Can I do something for you?"
"Ach, no." The bishop's blue eyes, wise with a lifetime of service to the Amish of Pleasant Valley, crinkled a little. "Chust thought I should see for myself how you're dealing with your new neighbor."
Caleb glanced down at the rocker to avoid meeting the bishop's gaze. "Fine. Everything's fine, I think."
He didn't understand why Bishop Mose had seen fit to install a quilt shop next to him, but he wouldn't complain. He'd never forget that when it seemed every person in the valley had turned against him, Bishop Mose had accepted his word.
It was eight years since then, and Caleb supposed folks still talked about him and Mattie, though not in his presence. But thanks to Bishop Mose, he still had his place here.
In the brief silence between them, the sound of women's voices came through clearly, talking about how best to display some quilts, it seemed.
"That's gut," Bishop Mose said. "I thought maybe it would be a bother to you, having a quilt shop next door instead of a hardware store."
Absently, Caleb caressed a curved spindle of the rocker, the wood warm and smooth under his hand. Could he drop a hint in the bishop's ear?
"Well, I did think a hardware store was a better fit with my shop." He said the words as cautiously as if he were walking on eggs. "We shared more of the same customers, ain't so?"
"You don't think the folks who buy Katie's quilts will be interested in your fine rocking chairs and chests?" Bishop Mose lifted white eyebrows.
Another burst of laughter scraped at Caleb's nerves. "No. I don't think a bunch of quilting women are likely to want what-"
He stopped-a little too late, it seemed. Katie Miller stood in the archway, and he didn't doubt she'd heard his words. He cleared his throat, trying to think what to say, but she beat him to it.
"Ach, Bishop Mose, I thought I heard your voice." The warm smile she directed toward the bishop probably didn't include Caleb. "Would you like to see what we've done with the shop?"
"We would like nothing better." He reached across the counter to clap Caleb's shoulder. "Komm, Caleb. We'll have a look at your new neighbor's shop, ain't so?"
Caleb hesitated, glancing at Katie. Her blue eyes were guarded, it seemed to him, and her strong jaw set. Katie Miller looked like a determined woman, one bent on doing things her way.
Which was maybe how she'd reached her midtwenties without marrying, an unusual situation for an Amish woman. And at the moment her way most likely didn't include showing him her shop.
But in the next instant her expression had melted into a smile. She smoothed back a strand of light brown hair under the white kapp on the back of her head and nodded. "Komm. I'd like fine to show you what we've done."
With the bishop's hand on his shoulder Caleb couldn't very well pull away. He walked through the archway, feeling as if he were moving into a foreign land.
It looked that way, too. Harvey Schmidt's barrels of nails and coils of wire were long gone, of course. The shop had been stripped down to the bare shelves during Harvey's closing sale. But now-
The walls and shelves had been painted white, as had the counters. Against the white, every color possible glowed in bolts of fabric and spools of thread. It looked like a huge flower garden in full bloom.
And that was saying nothing of the quilts, draped on a four-poster maple bed that had been placed in the center of the space. Another quilt, in shades of blue and yellow and white, sagged between Molly, Katie's cousin and the reason Katie had come to the valley in the first place, and Sarah Mast, Pleasant Valley's midwife. Both stood on chairs, obviously trying to hang the quilt from a rod that Harvey had used to support coils of rope.
"That looks like a dangerous thing to be doing." Bishop Mose was quick to steady the chair on which Molly teetered. "Especially for a new mammi."
Dimples appeared in Molly's cheeks. "Ach, you sound just like my Jacob. Anyone would think I was made of glass to hear him. After all, our little boy is over four months old now."
"Ja, well, komm down anyway," Katie said, going quickly to grasp the quilt from them. "This one I'll put on the bed. I have some quilted table runners that can hang from the rod instead."
Molly and Sarah climbed down, looking a little relieved, Caleb thought.
Sarah took the quilt back from Katie, her normally serious face lighting with a smile. Sarah had been a newcomer to the valley herself not that long ago, when she'd arrived to take over the midwife practice from her elderly aunt. Maybe that explained the connection she seemed to have with Katie.
"We'll put the quilt in place," Sarah said. "You have guests to show around."
Katie nodded. She spread her arms wide in a gesture that took in the whole space.
"Here it is, as you can see. My new quilt shop." A smile blossomed on her face, touching her eyes and bringing a glow to her cheeks.
Happiness. Hope. They radiated from Katie like heat from a stove. Caleb couldn't help but be touched.
But that didn't change anything, he reminded himself. Having the woman's business right next door was going to be a nuisance.
And if she'd heard what folks in Pleasant Valley said about him, it wondered him that she'd want to be near him at all.
ÒAre you certain sure I canÕt stay and help you a bit longer?Ó Cousin Molly hovered at the door of the shop. ÒJacob doesnÕt mind watching the boppli.Ó
"Get along home." Katie gave her a quick hug. "That little one will be wanting to eat soon, and that's one thing Jacob can't do."
Molly giggled, her face alight with mischief, as if she were a child again herself. "He does get desperate when little Jacob cries. I think it makes him appreciate me more."
"Jacob appreciates you fine, especially after all the months you were apart when he was working out west." Katie gave her cousin a gentle shove. "It is ser kind of you to spend so much time helping me, but now you should get on home to them."
Molly paused again, glancing around the shop. "The place does look wonderful gut, Katie. Who would have thought the old hardware store could change so much?"
"I just hope people like the change." She suspected she already knew of one person who didn't.
Molly gave her a quick, impulsive hug. "I'm so glad you're here. And glad, too, that your parents were willing to part with you." She kissed Katie's cheek and went out, the shop door bell jingling.
Katie had been grateful for all the help today. Still, it was gut to be alone in the place that was everything she had hoped it would be. She touched the end bolt of a row of fabric, feeling the soft cotton slip through her fingers.
Denke, Father. The prayer formed in her thoughts. Thank you for giving me useful work to do here.
Molly's parting words echoed in her mind. It wasn't quite true that her parents had been willing to part with her . . . not entirely, anyway.
She'd explained to Mamm and Daad why, after her visit to help when Molly had her baby, she wanted to start a shop here in Pleasant Valley. Her mamm hadn't been convinced. Mamm wanted the same thing for all five of her girls . . . that they get married, have babies, and settle down close to her.
Unfortunately, her eldest daughter was disappointing her on all counts.
Katie crossed her arms, rubbing them, and moved to the display of quilts in the center of the shop. It was lucky that she'd had a number of her own works to put out, since the quilts she expected to sell on consignment from other Amish women had been slow to show up.
It will get better, she assured herself. Once people see that the shop is open, they'll be more willing.
As for Mammi . . . well, in the end she'd given way, due in large part to Daadi's persuading. Katie's heart warmed. She owed this venture to him.
She traced the tiny squares of a postage-stamp quilt with her finger. The sign of a patient quilter, that one was, requiring the time to fit together all those small pieces.
She had made that quilt during the long winter after Eli married her best friend. Nearly four years ago now, but she hadn't forgotten. In one brief summer, she had lost both the man she'd expected to spend her life with and her closest friend.
A scrape sounded from the shop next door, reminding her that she was not really alone. Caleb Brand was there, and Caleb was not very pleased with his new neighbor, it seemed. Bishop Mose hadn't said much about the man when he'd brought her to see the shop he had for rent. Only that Caleb's woodworking business was in the other half of the storefront, and the bishop was sure they'd be good neighbors.
Funny that Molly hadn't said much of anything about Caleb Brand, either. Not that Molly was a blabbermaul, but she'd spent most of her life in Pleasant Valley. She must know him. She knew everybody. If . . .
The thought trailed off as the front door opened. Katie turned, ready to say that the shop wouldn't be open until tomorrow, but the words died on her lips.
"Mammi! What are you doing here?" And not just her mother. Two of her sisters, twenty-one-year-old Louise and sixteen-year-old Rhoda, crowded in behind her.
"We've komm for your opening, ain't so?" Mamm untied her bonnet and took it off, revealing brown hair tinged slightly with gray. "Ach, that's better. That bus bumped us around so much I thought we'd never get here in one piece." Her gaze sharpened on Katie. "Well? Aren't you happy to see us?"
"For certain sure I am." Katie hurried to her mother for a hug and then turned to Louise, her next-younger sister. "I'm just surprised, is all. How could Louise tear herself away from Jonas?"
Something that might have been a snort came from Rhoda, but Louise acted as if she didn't hear it. "Jonas agreed that it was my duty to help Mammi on the trip," she said. "He'd never object to that, even if he doesn't understand why you had to go so far away."
Katie bit back the tart words on her tongue about Louise's intended's opinion. Jonas, the youngest son of a bishop, had a bit too much self-importance for Katie's taste, but that was Louise's concern, not hers.
"I'm sure Katie doesn't care what Jonas-"
Katie interrupted whatever unwise words Rhoda was about to say with a quick, strong hug and a murmured hush in her ear. "It is ser gut to see all of you."
She drew back, waving her hand to encompass the whole of her shop. "What do you think of it?"
Mamm took a few steps around, studying the layout as if comparing it to her own quilt shop back in Columbia County. "It's not as big as I thought it would be."
"There's another room at the back that I can expand into," Katie said. "This is enough for starting off, I think."
"You could be right. The less you have, the easier it will be to . . ." Her mother stopped and then started again. ". . . to take care of."
That wasn't what she'd intended to say, Katie felt sure. The less there will be to get rid of when you come home again. That was the thought in her mother's mind, wasn't it?
Katie found she was clutching her arms around herself again and deliberately relaxed.
One year. That was how long she had to prove herself. Daadi had paid Bishop Mose for one year's rent on the shop. At the end of that year, she should be able to sign her own lease.
Or go home in defeat and spend her life next door to Eli and Jessica, watching their growing family.
She cleared her throat. "How long are you . . . will you be able to stay?"
"Ach, chust 'til Friday. Louise is supposed to go to dinner with Jonas's family on Saturday, so we must get back." Mamm nodded toward the stairway that led up to the second floor. "Will you have room for us in your apartment?"
"We'll make room." Katie thought rapidly. Mamm would have her room, of course, and Louise and Rhoda could share the second bedroom. She'd sleep on the couch. "If you're not comfortable, I'm sure Molly would be glad to have you stay with her."
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Book Description Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. In this compelling novel in the Pleasant Valley series, a woman opens a quilt shop that brings the Amish and the Englisch together-and brings her unexpected challenges.Hoping for a distraction after a thwarted romance, new arrival Katie Miller sets up shop on Pleasant Valley's Main Street. It's not long before a quilting circle forms and women from both the Amish and Englisch worlds are crafting and socializing together-much to the consternation of the furniture craftsman next door. Caleb Brand has kept to himself since he lost his betrothed under scandalous circumstances, and he could do without all the feminine chatter, not to mention Katie Miller's carefree attitude.When Katie becomes involved with her Englisch friends in promoting Pennsylvania Dutch Days, some in town appreciate the new business it brings. But others are upset about the flood of outsiders it attracts. When acts of vandalism threaten Katie's shop, she turns to Caleb for comfort and soon a fragile friendship forms. But will Caleb's secret past prevent him from embracing a future with Katie? Or will their fragile romance develop the strength to last a lifetime? After a thwarted romance, Katie Miller starts over by moving to Pleasant Valley and opening a quilt shop. When acts of vandalism threaten Katie's shop, she turns to Caleb for comfort, and their friendship deepens. But will Caleb's secret past prevent him from embracing a future with Katie? Or will their fragile romance develop the strength to last a lifetime? Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Seller Inventory # 9780425243220
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Katie's Way
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Penguin Books
(2011)
ISBN 10: 0425243222
ISBN 13: 9780425243220
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