Santa's Seven-Day Baby Tutorial. Meg Maxwell

ended up costing me over one hundred and fifty bucks!” Harlan muttered.

      Bigger problem: when Harlan finally came out to the truck with the shavings and pellets and book, Sparkles and his cage were gone. A guinea-pig thief in Grass Creek? Most unusual. The boss asked around, and one woman reported that she did see an Amish girl with red pigtails take the cage off the curb and put it in her buggy sometime before it moved on, but the woman hadn’t realized she was witnessing a theft. According to her statement: I mean, the Amish don’t steal, right?

      Apparently, they did. Or this one girl did, anyway.

      What wasn’t unusual was seeing Amish folks in Grass Creek. The Amish community was about ten minutes away from the large town with its bustling center, where Amish folks had a very popular indoor market to sell their baked goods, wares and handcrafted furniture. Though Colt lived fifteen minutes away in Houston, he’d gone to the Amish market for all the tables in his condo, and last spring, when he wanted to buy two cribs for his then pregnant-with-twins sister, he wouldn’t have shopped anywhere else. The craftsmanship was impeccable. Colt also never passed the stall with the Amish-baked lemon scones and sourdough bread without buying enough to stuff his freezer. There were always several Amish buggies around Grass Creek every day. He’d never been to the Amish community itself. But if there was one thing Colt knew from ten years as an FBI agent, it was that anyone, even an Amish girl with red braids and a bonnet, was capable of anything. Colt had arrested men who looked like bad guys in action movies and he’d arrested the most angelic-looking women who you’d never suspect of a thing.

      Guard up, always. That was Colt’s motto. It had to be.

      His guard hadn’t been up on his last case. He needed this vacation to clear his head, to forget what had happened. But there was something he’d never forget: that one of those angelic-looking women had managed to con him and betray him and it would never, ever happen again.

      “I wouldn’t ask you to drive out there, Colt,” Harlan said. “But Jones and Cametti just left on the gun-running case, and I’ve got that damn fund-raiser dinner I can’t get out of, and since your vacation technically doesn’t start until you leave tonight, I can ask you while you’re still here and not feel that guilty.”

      Colt laughed. “No problem, Harlan. I’ll have Sparkles at your house in a couple hours.” A drive out to all that farmland and fresh air was probably just what he needed. A perfect start to R & R.

      “Appreciate it, Colt. Thank you.”

      He’d drive to the Amish village, flash his badge around and ask about a red-haired girl who’d been to town today, recover the guinea pig and drop him off at Harlan’s, and then he’d pack his bags and throw a dart at the world map hanging in his living room. Where it landed was where he’d go to forget that disaster of a last case...and remember.

      * * *

      As Jordan Lapp’s buggy came around the curve in the road, Anna Miller glanced up from the calf she was bottle-feeding in the barn of her farmhouse and sent up a prayer: Please, please, please do not be here to propose.

      She was twenty-four. And unmarried. Spinster age for an Amish woman. Over the past five years, she’d turned down ten potential suitors and the eight marriage proposals that had come anyway. Some of those proposals were more about her being the right age and not married. Some of the men had truly liked her. One had loved her, and she’d broken his heart, which had broken hers.

      Anna had always hoped that the undeniable fact that she was “different” would make her unappealing to the men of her community. It hadn’t. She was outspoken. She talked too much about what she read in novels and nonfiction. She didn’t understand why cooking and laundry were “women’s work.” She wore overalls instead of dresses to do her barn chores and paint the handcrafted furniture their community produced. Orphaned when her mother passed away two years ago, she lived alone, unusual for the Amish, but her onkel Eli preferred she live in her family home and not with him and her aenti Kate because Anna was a “bad influence” on their eight-year-old daughter, Sadie.

      Her matchmaking onkel had promised a few of her would-be suitors a horse or furniture to sell if they would propose to Anna. The man was a well-meaning busybody, but Anna knew he was operating more out of love for his wife, who worried about Anna incessantly, than out of a need to control his niece. All the proposals had been turned down, infuriating her uncle, irritating her aunt and earning an “unacceptable” respect from her young cousin, Sadie.

      “Cousin Anna is her own woman,” Sadie had said with pride in her voice over lunch one afternoon, her new favorite novel, Anne of Green Gables, on the table beside her sandwich.

      Sadie’s mother had raised an eyebrow but had said nothing, which was telling. Anna was her own woman. Consequence: Anna was also alone. Sadie’s mother would allow her young daughter to see for herself how Anna’s choices affected her. Anna admired that about her aunt, even if Kate was making a point. Of course, Sadie was being raised Amish and attended church and followed the Ordnung, the rules of behavior. But Sadie read widely, just as Anna always had. Her cousin’s heart—and head—would guide her, just as Anna’s had.

      Jordan emerged from the buggy. Uh-oh: he was in his church clothes, a black jacket and pants, a black straw hat. He stopped in front of her, patted the calf, and smiled nervously. “Anna, here’s the thing. The past couple of months, I’ve sent my brother and a cousin to ask you if you’d date me. You told them no. So I’m going against tradition here to cut to the chase. Will you marry me?” He pulled a miniature wooden clock from his jacket pocket. He likely made the clock himself, for this very purpose. The Amish did not propose with diamond rings.

      Her heart plummeted. She liked Jordan. He was kind and had beautiful blue eyes. She hated to hurt his feelings or his pride or even deny him whatever it was her onkel may have promised him. “Jordan, you’re a very gut man, but I’m sorry that I must turn down your kind proposal. I’m not looking to marry.”

      Jordan frowned. “What else is there? Are you just going to nurse the sick calves and paint furniture until you’re old? Who will love you? Care for you? You’ll have no children.”

      She did want children. She also wanted a husband. She just wasn’t so sure she could commit to an Amish man, which meant committing to being Amish, to living here for the rest of her life. There was a big world out there. Or even just the town of Grass Creek—a world of difference from their Amish village.

      “I don’t have all the answers,” she said. “I’m sorry, Jordan. Were I looking to marry, you would make a wonderful husband.”

      He sighed. “Well, if you change your mind by day’s end, let me know. Otherwise I’ll date Abigail. She speaks her mind as you do. I like that.”

      She smiled. Good for him. “I won’t change my mind. Go date Abigail.” Her friend from childhood had a crush on Jordan and would be very happy to date him with the unspoken intention of marriage. That was how it worked in the Amish community. You liked who you liked and if you started dating it was because you planned to become engaged.

      “You won’t tell her I proposed to you?” he asked.

      “Of course not.”

      He nodded, put the clock back in his pocket, and left.

      Anna watched his buggy round the bend and heard a twig snap on the other side of the barn. Someone had been eavesdropping.

      “Anna Miller, your mother would not approve.”

      Drat. Her aenti was here. And apparently had heard the entire exchange.

      The calf’s bottle empty, Anna stood up just as Kate Miller rounded the barn with a basket in her hand. Her dear aenti often brought Anna lunch when she made the afternoon meal for her family.

      “Chicken soup, sourdough bread and strawberry preserves,” Kate said, handing over the basket. She frowned at the sight of Anna in her denim overalls and baseball cap, paint stain on one thigh. Kate wore the traditional calf-length modest dress and a black bonnet, which symbolized that she was married.