Country girl Becky Morgan knows all the women in her family have secret powers... and if they’re not married by age 25, they’re allowed to use a bit of magical ‘help’ to find a mate.
City boy Kurt Conrad’s dependable sports car breaks down in Amish country. His phone dies too. Now he hopes someone at the nearby farmhouse can call roadside assistance.
With no phone, Becky can’t contact AAA, but perhaps she’s already summoned something better.
Kurt was temporarily unable to speak. She’s so.... He swallowed hard. “Becky, Hi! I didn’t expect to be here again so soon. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not! Are you on your way home again?”
“No,” Kurt said. “I came to see you this time. I—I just wanted to talk with you some more and get to know you. I would have called, but you don’t have a telephone.”
“I guess it would be handy to have one. Was it a long trip?”
“Long? No. It really isn’t that long. Only about two hours, but I had to be sure I could find you again.”
Becky grinned and looked down at her shoes.
“Oh, and I brought this for you.” He smiled as he handed her the flowers and bag containing another bottle of champagne.
“How thoughtful of you,” she said. “I’ll just put them inside. I’ll be back in a moment.”
She was good to her word. Becky was back in seconds. He noticed she was wearing another pretty peekaboo blouse, but this time in pink with a white ribbon tie. He couldn’t get over how luminous or radiant, or—whatever she was. What the heck is it about her?
Kurt didn’t try to figure it out any more. He was just so glad to see her again. “Would you like to take a walk?” he suggested.
Becky nodded, flashing a big smile. When he held his hand out to her, she grasped it firmly, and they walked away from the farmhouse.
She didn’t seem to want to go to the road but led him past the barn, toward one of the newly planted fields. He let her guide him, hoping she wanted to go somewhere private. He wanted to taste her mouth and touch her hair. He had been thinking about her all week.
“Where do you like to go for walks?”
“There’s a bridge over a river on the other side of those trees,” Becky said. “I’d like some privacy away from the house and family. It’s a pretty place.”
As little as they had in common, socially, being together felt completely comfortable. Their hands felt good pressing together, and she chatted easily, smiling at him periodically, as they crossed the tilled fields.
The bridge was made up of only a few wide planks held together by a couple of narrow boards attached to the underside. The river rushed over some rocks forming small rapids in late spring. Kurt imagined it might be a lazy stream later in the summer. Becky crossed it adeptly and sat on the opposite side. Following, he sat next to her.
“This is where I go when I want to daydream,” Becky said.
“I wish I knew what you were daydreaming about.”
She laughed. “You, silly.”
Wow. No city woman would admit to that on a first date.
She leaned over and whispered conspiratorially, “I’m not supposed to be here.”