"You'll have to be more specific."

He wanted to take her in his arms and still her quaking. To feel her racing heart-surely it was racing-and count the moments until it quieted. To stroke her forbidden hair.

"My mother, for starters," she said. "I didn't tell you half of what happened on Wednesday. She's petrified I'll become Amish." She clenched the fabric of her skirt. "And look at me, standing here in this dress. What am I supposed to do?"

"I'll speak to her, if you like."

"And say what?" Her gray eyes dared him. "Will you tell her that you don't care for me and I should not become Amish on your account?"

"You shouldn't," he said quietly, knowing that he was ducking her arrow.

"See, I've made a mess with you, too. What am I doing here, Rufus?"

"You wanted to live a simpler life."

"You have to know it's more than that."

Slowly, he nodded. "I do know. And it is more."

Her tears glistened, welling again. Rufus wanted to wipe them away with his own fingertips. But he did not move. "It's Saturday. You came to quilt, I'm sure. So why are you out here?"

"Because I can't quilt, and everyone knows it."

"You are learning. Mamm says you are doing well."

"Clearly someone else has another opinion."

"What are you talking about, Annalise?"

She gestured toward the house. "Go look for yourself. Someone's been working on my quilt and doing a far better job than I could ever hope to do."

"Why would someone work on your quilt?"

"You tell me! Is this an Amish tradition I haven't heard of yet? Is it some secret of Ordnung that no one has written down for me? Maybe I should just quit the whole business."

Rufus closed the short distance between them and gripped her elbows, demanding her eyes meet his.

"You don't mean that," he said.

"Don't tell me what I mean."

"You've come too far, worked too hard, to let this spew out of you."

"So now you're judging me, too. Great."

"I am not judging you, Annalise. But I am going to kiss you."

Her shoulders relaxed as a gasp parted her lips. As he leaned in to take her mouth, one hand moved up her arm and found the back of her neck, under the hair he loved to see hanging loose. His fingers traced her hairline then strayed into the thick waves. The other arm went to the back of her waist to pull her closer, and he felt no protest. Lips soft and yielding responded to the searching pressure he offered.

Rufus broke the kiss at last but stood with his forehead against hers. "Better?"

Her breath came out slow and long. "I'm sorry. I guess I've been more confused than I realized."

"I know we need more time to be together. To talk."

Annalise nodded. "There is something else I need to talk to you about."

"Of course."

"It's about Joel. And Carter. I'm messing that up, too. I'm not sure, but-"

When he heard the noise of the door opening behind him, Rufus straightened, stepped away, and turned. Joel stood in the gap of daylight, leaning his weight into the side of the barn door to slide it open all the way.

"I need Dolly," Joel said, "if you're not planning to take her out." Rufus turned his palms up. "I'm not going anywhere."

Joel pushed up the latch on Dolly's stall and stepped in. "Daed was looking for you a few minutes ago."

"Do you know what he wanted?"

"No." Joel reached for Dolly's bridle on its hook.

Rufus licked his lips and glanced at Annalise. "I suppose I'd better find out what he wants."

She nodded.

He reached a hand out a few inches, but she made no move to take it, leaving him no option but to go without her.

Annie moved out of the empty stall and toward Joel.

"It's not what you think," she said, restraining her wild hair and wishing she had picked up the prayer kapp. Why were Rufus's kisses always pilfered from disappointment?

"It's not my business." Joel busied himself checking the leather of the reins.

"I've had a bad day."

"That happens to all of us. I'm sure you will sort it out."

"Rufus was...well, you know, trying to help."

"I told you it's not my business."

Annie pressed her lips together, considering her next words. "I've been wanting to talk to you about Carter. The Stutzman boys, too."

Now he turned his head toward her, lifting an eyebrow. "It's my turn to say that it's not what you think."

"Is that my cue to say that it's not my business?"

Joel gave no answer.

"If someone gets hurt," Annie said, "I will regret saying it's not my business."

"The last thing I want is for anyone to get hurt." Finally he stilled his hands and turned to face her. "Do you trust me, Annalise?"

"Of course, but-"

"No buts. Yes or no."

It was Annie's turn to hold her answer as Joel led Dolly out of her stall and into the daylight.

Twenty-Eight.

A year ago, in Colorado Springs, on a Sunday afternoon, Annie would have pulled on shorts and a T-shirt, hoping for sun in late May. Here in the mountains, even the afternoon cradled cool night air. Over the deep rust dress, Annie wore her thick navy blue cardigan.

Annie locked up the house, going out the back door to where she had left her bicycle leaning against the sagging back porch. She tied her kapp in place and hiked up her skirt as far as she dared to keep the hem out of the path of the bike's chain. All afternoon she practiced smiling and speaking polite Pennsylvania Dutch sentences. This time at least she had advance warning that the Stutzmans were coming for Sunday dinner at the Beilers'. When she closed her eyes and remembered the scene from the day before, Beth's unblemished stitches in her quilt still rankled. But Annie loved Franey. She loved all the Beilers. She loved being in their home. She was not going to let Beth Stutzman take that away from her.

Thirty minutes later Annie coasted to a stop in the Beiler driveway and assessed the scene. The Stutzman buggy had not yet arrived. All three of the Beiler horses were in the pasture.

She moved across the yard then paused on the porch, her shoulders lifting and falling as her breath recovered from the mountain ride. Surely by now one of the Beilers had put her quilt away properly in the cedar chest.

"Annalise, is that you? Come here."

Franey's tone carried a note of anxiety that Annie did not often hear from this calm Amish woman. Annie opened the door and stepped into the house. Franey was in the living room, holding her quilt out. She gripped the finished block in her hands.

"What happened?" Franey's perplexed eyes squinted.

Annie did not answer. Franey had to know how the quilt square had come to be perfect.

"This is what made you disappear before our lesson yesterday." Franey expelled air. "I knew Beth was spending too much time here. She came in the afternoons, while I was in the garden, even after her family moved."

"I should have told you." Annie stepped across the room and took the quilt from Franey's arms. "I was stunned when I found it and thought about quitting. But I am not a quitter."

Annie met Franey's eyes. She saw the slight smile begin in one corner of her mouth.

"No, Annalise Friesen, you are not a quitter."

"I am not going to give up quilting, but I am not going to look at those stitches every time I pick up that quilt for the next twenty years." Annie jabbed at the center of the hoop. "Those stitches are coming out."

"Demut," Franey said.

"What are you saying?" Annie's voice rose with indignation. "Do you mean that humility requires me to let Beth Stutzman ruin my first quilt?"

"Is it pride that makes you want to pull out the stitches?"

"There's a difference between being humble and being humiliated." Annie's retort came low and firm. Surely even the Amish could see the distinction. "I'm going to pull it all out if it takes me the next six Saturdays."

They stared at each other. Annie heard Jacob humming to himself in the other room.

"It won't take that long," Franey finally said, "because I am going to help you."

Annie grinned. "Thank you."

"First, I am going to have a word with Beth when she gets here tonight."

Annie reached out and put a hand on Franey's arm. "Don't do that. We'll work on the stitching next time, but making a scene tonight will just spoil everyone's evening."

"I would have a private word."

"Still, it is the Sabbath, after all."

"Of course." Franey blew out her breath and folded the quilt properly. "Let her be surprised when she sees the quilt finished."

Annie giggled. "I am trying to practice demut, but you are making it hard!"

Franey grinned and squeezed Annie's hand. They turned at the sound of a buggy. The Stutzmans had arrived.

Rufus glanced several times toward the end of the table where Joel sat between Mark and Luke at the Beiler supper table. That all three teenage boys were present surprised Rufus. He had heard enough mumbling from Ike Stutzman over the last few weeks to know that Mark and Luke were missing as many family meals as Joel. Tonight Eli presided over the table that united Stutzmans and Beilers with great satisfaction. The older boys sat at one end with Ike and Edna, then Stutzman and Beiler girls were around the middle of the table. At the far end, Rufus, Jacob, and Annalise sat near Franey and Eli.

The older boys whispered among themselves, heads together. Joel shook his head. More than once, Rufus saw.

Franey picked up an empty dish. "Let me get some more potatoes."

Across the table, next to Annalise as usual, Jacob leaned forward toward Rufus. "Is the rock really going to be in the way?"

"In the way of what?" Rufus asked.

"The new trail." Jacob glanced down the table. "That's what they're talking about, isn't it?"

Rufus smiled. "Why did God give you such good hearing?"

"He just did." Jacob grinned. "They say you'll have to take the rock out."

"No, I don't think the boulder will be a problem."

Jacob laid his fork down and kicked the legs of his chair. "Is it true English have better schools than we do?" Jacob asked.

"Not better," Rufus answered, "just different. Our people learn what they need for a satisfying life."

"But is it better?"

"Why all the questions?" Annalise said, patting Jacob's back.