Chapter Three

Janie hummed to herself while organizing the postcards for sale in the souvenir shop. The store had opened thirty minutes earlier and a group had already come in and bought tickets for the first round of buggy rides. After the group left, Janie and Eva busied themselves with straightening the displays and preparing for the next rush of customers.

She’d thought about Jonathan all weekend and couldn’t wait to see him again. She hoped he’d thought of her during the weekend too. And, most of all, she hoped he would eat lunch with her again this week as he had every day last week. She looked forward to the one hour each day they spent talking and laughing together.

After the postcard display was straightened, she moved to the T-shirts on display and began folding and organizing them by size.

“Gude mariye, Janie.”

Startled, Janie spun and saw Jonathan grinning at her. “Jonathan,” she said with surprise. “Hi. Wie geht’s?”

“How was your weekend?” he asked, crossing his arms over his wide chest. His blue shirt complemented his tan skin and dark hair.

“It was gut,” she said, trying her best not to stare at him. “How was yours?”

“Gut.” He paused for a moment. “Lunch today?”

“Ya,” she said, hoping she didn’t sound too eager. “Of course.”

“Great.” Jonathan held up a paper sack. “I brought some of mei mammi’s kichlin to share with you. You can tell me if they are as gut as Marie’s kichlin.”

“I can’t wait.” And she couldn’t.

“I have to get out to the stable, but I’ll see you later.” He gave her another electric smile and headed toward the back of the store.

“Janie,” Eva gushed, sidling up to her. “Jonathan likes you!”

“Shh,” Janie hissed. “Keep your voice down or he’ll hear you.”

“He’s in the break room,” Eva said, waving off Janie’s worry. “So what’s going on with you two?” Her grin was wide.

“Nothing. We’re just freinden.” Janie picked up another stack of T-shirts and began absently folding them to avoid her friend’s questioning stare. “We ate lunch together last week.”

“Every day?” Eva asked.

“Every day except for Monday. It’s not a big deal, Eva. We only talk about our families and share funny stories.” Janie saw Jonathan walking back through the store, and she gave Eva a warning look.

“See you later,” Jonathan said as he moved past them. “Have a gut morning.”

“You too,” Janie and Eva sang in unison.

“That’s so sweet that you ate together,” Eva commented once Jonathan was gone. “I’m sure he’s grateful for your friendship.”

“What do you mean?” Janie asked.

“His mammi told Bianca that Jonathan had his heart broken twice. He dated two maed, each for a long time, and they both broke up with him. His last girlfriend is going to marry one of his freinden.” Eva shook her head. “He was so heartbroken he decided to come up here and spend the fall with his grandparents. He didn’t want to be in town for their wedding.”

“That’s so bedauerlich.” Janie clicked her tongue. Now she understood the vulnerability she’d seen in his eyes when he said he was the only son in his family who wasn’t yet married.

Eva suddenly smiled. “You’re just what he needs.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Janie said. “I’m sure he’s not interested in me.” But I wish he was.

“Why wouldn’t he be interested?” Eva pointed toward Janie’s hair. “You’re so schee. All of our freinden are envious of your hair.”

“Danki.” Janie frowned, not convinced. She considered herself ordinary, which was why she’d never had a boyfriend. What was she thinking? “He’s so handsome, and I can’t see why he would be interested in me. Besides, he’s going back to Maryland before Christmas.”

Eva touched Janie’s arm and looked hopeful. “Maybe he’ll stay.”

“I doubt it,” Janie said.

The bell above the door rang, and a group of tourists entered.

“We’d better get back to work,” Janie said.

“We’ll talk more later. I’ll help the customers so you can finish what you’re doing.” Eva headed toward the tourists. “May I help you?”

While Janie finished folding the last stack of shirts, her thoughts were stuck on Jonathan and his heartaches. Would Jonathan ever share that story with her? She hoped someday he would tell her the truth about what happened to bring him to Bird-in-Hand for the harvest season.

Janie stood in her sister’s bedroom doorway that evening and found Marie sitting on the edge of her bed, brushing her waist-length brown hair.

“Hi, Janie.” Marie looked up at her. “Did you need something?”

“Ya, I was wondering if you had a minute to talk.” Janie fingered the long braid dangling over her shoulder.

“Of course I do.” Marie gestured for Janie to enter the room.

“Danki.” Janie stepped into her room and sat on the cedar chest at the foot of Marie’s double bed. She took a deep breath and looked up into Marie’s concerned eyes. “I think I’m falling in love with Jonathan.”

Marie gaped. “Jonathan? The man who had the buggy accident?”

“Ya.” Janie crossed her arms over the front of her pink nightgown. “We’ve had lunch together every day since last Tuesday. We enjoy talking to each other. And he’s so handsome, Marie. He’s tall and has schee brown eyes. He’s so sweet and charming.” She sighed. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Janie.” Marie leaned forward and touched her arm. “I don’t understand what the problem is.”

“He’s going to be thirty in three months. Do you think Dat would approve?”

Marie frowned, and Janie dropped her hands into her lap.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not sure if Dat would approve,” Marie said gently. “You might want to discuss it with Mamm first and get her thoughts. Do you want me to go with you?”

“No, I’m not ready to tell them yet.” Janie touched the hem of her nightgown. “He’s from Maryland. He’s only here to visit his grandparents for a few months before he goes back home.”

Marie looked concerned. “If you were to marry him, would you move to Maryland with him?”

“I don’t know.” The question had occurred to Janie earlier today as she’d eaten the cookies Jonathan had brought to share during lunch. If she were to marry Jonathan, would he expect her to move to Maryland? Janie shoved away the question. She was getting ahead of herself by already thinking about marriage.

Marie’s face brightened. “I have an idea! Why don’t you invite Jonathan over for supper one night? That would be the best way for Mamm and Dat to meet him. You’ve already mentioned Jonathan is charming, so I’m certain Mamm and Dat would like him too.”

“That’s a great idea!” Janie popped up from the cedar chest and hugged Marie. “Danki. I knew you could help me.” She started for the door, her long braid bouncing off her back.

“Janie, wait.”

Janie looked over her shoulder at Marie. “What?”

“Just be careful, okay?” Marie’s face was full of caution. “I don’t want to see you get hurt. Don’t forget he’s leaving in a few months, and things might not work out.”

“Okay.” Janie’s smile faded. Her sister was right. Janie was risking her heart, but somewhere deep in her soul she had a feeling Jonathan cared for her as much as she cared for him.

Jonathan hummed to himself as he finished caring for the horses in his grandfather’s barn Wednesday evening. The week had gone well so far. He’d cherished the one hour each day he and Janie spent together, sharing stories along with their lunches. She was sweet, funny, and beautiful. He thought about her constantly, and he couldn’t wait to see her tomorrow.

Once he finished caring for the animals, Jonathan stepped outside and closed the barn door. When he turned, he found his grandfather smiling at him.

“Were you just humming?” Daadi asked with a sly grin.

Jonathan shrugged. “Ya, I guess I was.”

“What’s gotten into you?” Daadi raised an eyebrow. “Have you met a maedel?”

Jonathan shoved his hands in his pockets. “Ya, I suppose I have.”

“Let’s go sit on the porch and talk. I want to hear all about this maedel who has stolen my grandson’s heart.” Daadi climbed the back steps, sank into the swing, and grinned with enthusiasm. “Well?”

Jonathan chuckled to himself as he climbed the steps and then leaned back against the railing across from Daadi. “Her name is Janie Lantz, and she works in the souvenir shop.”

“What does she look like?” Daadi asked, resting his hands on his rotund middle.

“She’s beautiful.” Jonathan smiled. “She has red hair and blue eyes. She’s very sweet.” He shook his head. “It will never work out though.”

Daadi squinted at him through his glasses. “Why not?”

“She’s only twenty. I’m a decade older than she is.”

“So?” Daadi shrugged. “Your mammi is nine years younger than I am.”

“She is?” Jonathan was stunned to hear this fact.

“Ya, she is.” Daadi shrugged. “When I met her, I was thirty, and she was twenty-one. What matters is how you feel about this young woman and how she feels about you, Jonathan.”

Jonathan nodded. “Danki, Daadi.”

“Are you going to tell her how you feel?” Daadi asked with a hopeful look on his wrinkly face.

“I will eventually,” Jonathan said as he sat on the railing.

“Eventually?” Daadi scrunched his nose. “What are you waiting for?”

“The right time.” Jonathan frowned. “I have a history of sharing my feelings too soon and winding up alone after the maedel changes her mind. I don’t need to go through that again. Twice was already too many times.”

“I can understand that, but don’t wait too long either.” Daadi shivered as a cold breeze wafted over them. “Fall is here.” He stood. “Let’s go inside before it gets any colder.”

As Jonathan followed Daadi into the house, he wondered if his grandfather was right. Could a relationship work out between Janie and him despite their age difference? But more important could Janie be the maedel who would truly love him and not break his heart? The thought took hold of him and a renewed hope settled deep in his soul. Before he shared his feelings, Jonathan had to make sure Janie felt the same way about him that he felt about her.

Janie smiled at Jonathan as they sat at the picnic table and shared a bag filled with the chocolate chip cookies she and Marie had made the night before.

“I can’t believe tomorrow is Friday already,” she quipped, snatching another cookie from the bag. “The week has flown by.”

“It has gone by quickly.” He took a cookie and then met her eyes. “Janie, I want to ask you something.”

Janie’s stomach tightened at the seriousness in his eyes. “Okay.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” He looked worried.

Janie had to bite her lip to stop a laugh from escaping her mouth. “No, I don’t.”

“Oh.” Relief relaxed his features.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Even though Eva had told her the answer, she wanted to hear Jonathan confirm it.

“No.” Jonathan looked down at his napkin covered with cookie crumbs. “I haven’t told you the real reason I came to visit my grandparents.”

Janie’s stomach clenched again, this time with anticipation. Was he finally going to share his story of heartaches?

“I was dating someone,” he began with a melancholy look in his eyes. “I was so sure she was the one for me. In fact, I was trying to work up the courage to ask her to marry me, but I never got the chance to ask. She broke up with me, and she’s marrying one of mei freinden in November.”

“I’m so sorry,” Janie whispered, her voice thin with sympathy.

“Thanks.” He gave her a bleak smile. “I couldn’t stand the idea of being there for their wedding. I would be expected to go since it’s in my church district. I came up with the idea of spending the fall with my grandparents to get away from the situation.” He grimaced. “I’m a coward.”

“No, you’re not.” Janie resisted the urge to reach across the table and touch his hand. “I can understand why you wanted to get away. My cousin’s girlfriend, Rachel, went through the same thing. Her ex-boyfriend is dating her former best friend. She told me it was difficult to see them at every youth gathering and every church service. You can only take so much.”

“Danki for understanding. Mei bruders think I overreacted by leaving the way I did, but I don’t regret my decision. I’m helping my grandparents too.” A smile found his lips. “And I met you.”

Butterflies danced in Janie’s stomach. She suddenly remembered her sister’s advice. “Would you like to come to supper one night to meet my family?”

He smiled. “I’d love to.”

“Wunderbaar.”

He looked hesitant. “Do you think your family will like me?”

“Absolutely.” Janie started a mental list of what she and Marie could make for supper the night he came.

She also said a silent prayer, asking God to help her parents approve of her friendship with Jonathan.