Rhoda held an armful of potted herbs, placed her back against the greenhouse door, and pushed it open. These needed to be moved to a less crowded greenhouse. In a clear sky, the sun hovered over the farmhouse, inching toward the horizon and giving the orchard a beautiful golden glow.
A door slammed, and the silhouette of a broad-shouldered man could be seen beside the house. She was unsure if it was Steven or Samuel. She turned toward the far greenhouse, hoping to get the herbs tended to before suppertime.
“Rhodes?”
She wheeled around. “Jacob!” she gasped. Her heart turned a flip, and she dropped the pots and ran to him.
He swept her up in his arms, his hug feeling like sunrise on a cloudless day.
“I told you to stay away.”
He laughed. “Says the woman who ran to me and is holding me tight.” He squeezed her warmly before setting her feet on the ground. “I can leave if you prefer.”
The thought stole her next breath. “That is not”—she jerked her gloves off and threw them to the ground—“funny.”
“Clearly.” He grinned. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Missing the closeness she once had with Landon was bad enough, but adding Jacob’s absence to that had made her days feel heavy and disjointed. Landon showed up for work every day, and he put in long hours without slacking off, but he was angry and hurt. Other than brief work-related conversations, he said nothing to Rhoda. Or Leah.
Rhoda cradled Jacob’s face. “You’re home.”
Jacob lowered his lips to hers, kissing her for long moments. “That was the best homecoming a man could hope for, broken pots and all.”
Rhoda glanced at her pots. “Oh! Look what you did!”
He chuckled, “Me?” He shrugged. “If I did that, then why are you the only one who is going to clean it up?”
She wagged a finger at him, so grateful he was here to tease her. “That’s what you think. You’re not leaving my side anytime soon.”
Rhoda took a relaxing breath. Jacob was home.
Supper was on the table, and the room buzzed with the chatter of loved ones. Rhoda set a basket of bread in front of Steven and took a seat next to Jacob. Before she bowed her head for the silent prayer, Jacob covered her hand with his. The warmth of his love seemed to cradle her heart, and she was glad he had ignored her advice and come home.
She prayed for Landon and Leah. Steven and Phoebe and Isaac and Arie. Jacob and her. Everyone’s workday and the fruit of their hands. And Samuel and her.
Samuel and her? Where had that thought come from?
Jacob squeezed her hand, letting her know the prayer was over. “If you want to pray longer, you need to get up earlier.” He smiled.
She took a sip of water and stole a glance at Samuel.
“Great idea.” Samuel smiled, eyeing his brother. “And you’re volunteering to get up about twenty or so minutes before her and stoke the fires?”
Is that why Samuel was up ahead of her each day? He’d gotten to where he also disappeared about the time she walked into the kitchen.
That aside, it was typically an Amish woman’s place to get up during the night, ahead of everyone else in the mornings, to keep the fires going. But in this house the men took care of more than just splitting wood and hauling it to the porch. They also kept the woodbin filled, and they made sure the fireplace was loaded and stoked if they were around.
Why hadn’t she considered before now what Samuel might be doing by always being up before her? She’d just assumed he got up early because that’s who he was, and while he was up, he stoked the fires and made coffee for himself, but he made enough for everyone while doing so. Did he do both out of kindness, to help her have a slower start to her day?
“Me get up earlier?” Jacob gave Samuel a “you’re nuts” look, and then he took the platter of meatloaf from Phoebe. “Actually, I think Rhoda should stay up later at night if she wants to pray longer.”
“I figured as much.” Samuel put a dollop of potatoes on Isaac’s plate before passing the bowl to Leah. “Your Mamm makes gut food. Ya?” He scuffed Isaac’s hair, smiling at him.
When Phoebe and Steven allowed it, Isaac was Samuel’s shadow. It seemed odd that someone who could be as impatient as Samuel could be so gentle with children—and maybe secretly chivalrous to women.
Samuel caught her staring at him. “What’d I do now?” His grin was friendly, and she realized once again that when Jacob was around, Samuel was more casual and willing to tease. Did she grate on his nerves more at other times? Was she more outspoken when she and Samuel were alone?
She wasn’t sure, but she couldn’t manage a smile. “I have a feeling you do a lot that goes unnoticed.”
The group oohed as if Samuel were in trouble.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” Rhoda’s cheeks burned, and she took another sip of water. “You people need to settle down.”
A loud knock at the front door startled them. They glanced at one another.
“I can top what Rhoda said.” Leah stood and tossed her napkin into her chair. “You all need to have more friends. That way a knock at the front door wouldn’t bumfuzzle you.”
The group chuckled, but Jacob’s eyes moved to Rhoda’s, and the now familiar anxiety climbed from the pit of her stomach into her throat.
“How’s the meatloaf?” Rhoda’s effort at small talk garnered blank stares.
Jacob set his fork on his plate and peered toward the front door. He couldn’t see it from here, but Leah returned to the entryway of the kitchen and closed the swinging door. “Two policemen are here.”
Rhoda’s throat closed, and her mouth went dry.
Leah looked to Jacob. “They’re asking to speak to Rhoda.”
To her? Why would they want to talk to her? Rhoda rose. “Okay.”
Jacob tugged on her hand. “Be cautious with your words. Don’t lie. Never lie for me. Just answer whatever is asked as honestly as you should. Your aim is to avoid volunteering any information. I’ll stay out of sight, but if they need to see me, just say so on the walkie-talkie, and I’ll appear. Understand?”
She drew a ragged breath. “Ya.”
Samuel also got up, obviously planning on going with her.
“Should I go too?” Steven asked.
“Let’s keep it simple.” Rhoda straightened her apron. “Stay put and finish your supper.”
Samuel pushed open the swinging door and held it as she went through.
Two police officers stood near the front door.
One stepped forward. “Evening, folks. I’m Officer Carl Smyth, and this is Officer Tony Fain. You’re Rhoda Byler?”
“Ya … yes.” She shook each man’s hand. “This is a friend and business partner, Samuel King.”
Officer Smyth looked at his metal clipboard. “Good. I needed to speak to you too. You are the Samuel King who’s listed as the owner of the farm?”
“Yes.” He shook the men’s hands. “Is there a problem?”
Officer Smyth scratched the side of his face with his fingernails. “Well, this is a little awkward. We’re not accusing anyone of anything, but we have some questions.”
“About?” Rhoda asked.
“Do either of you know a young woman named Gretchen Allen?”
Samuel shook his head. “Not that I remember.”
Rhoda relaxed. So this wasn’t about Jacob. “I met a teenager named Gretchen a few weeks back, but she never gave me her last name.”
“Where did you meet her?” Officer Smyth asked.
“Here on the farm. She and two friends were in one of the greenhouses on a Sunday morning. They returned a few weeks later.”
“Why were they here?”
“Trespassing. The first time they were in sleeping bags, talking … and drinking beer and smoking. I stumbled on them before daylight that Sunday morning. I made sure they weren’t driving, and when they told me they’d walked over, I asked them to leave.”
The second officer took notes. “And the three returned?”
“No. The second time there were just two of them—Gretchen and Savannah.”
He pointed at Samuel. “But you didn’t see them?”
“I guess I did.” Samuel looked at Rhoda. “Were they the girls you gave some herbs when Nicole was here?”
“Ya.”
The officer studied Rhoda. “What did you give her?”
“Freshly ground peppermint herb for tea. Is something wrong?”
Smyth glanced at his partner. “Something happened recently, and it led to a drug test. Gretchen had marijuana in her system. She insists the only way that could have happened was if you had given her something with marijuana in it.”
“Marijuana?” Rhoda’s heart rate increased. “I’d never …”
“And I don’t doubt you, ma’am. But we need to investigate. Okay?”
“Sure. How?”
“She said you were in a greenhouse when you gave her the jar of tea. Do you mind if we look around?”
“You’re welcome to search anything you need to, anytime you wish.” How could she have said that? What would that mean for Jacob? But didn’t the police come and go as they needed anyway? “There are four greenhouses. But I know plants. I’ve been growing and studying herbs for half my life. I’d recognize a marijuana plant if I saw one. But …” She turned to Samuel. What had she done? “I … I wouldn’t have recognized the smell of it.”
Officer Smyth shifted. “Go on.”
“The morning I first found the girls, they had empty beer bottles and were smoking a funny-smelling homemade cigarette. I didn’t think much about it. I’ve seen Amish grow their own tobacco and roll their own cigarettes.”
“If you knew you had underage drinkers on your property, you should’ve called the police.”
“Ya, I suppose so. It’s just not our way to involve the police.”
“I’m sure the Amish don’t need the police too often.” The man’s smile and tone were respectful. “But if you had informed us, we would have come out while they were here and investigated what was happening. As it is, those girls have prepared their story and turned this incident against you.” He lowered his clipboard. “Just between us, because you are unfamiliar with police procedures and such, I suggest you hire a lawyer. I’m confident that Gretchen’s mother isn’t going to drop this. Gretchen’s mishap occurred at her older sister’s wedding, and the Allens were humiliated in front of people. Gretchen’s father is on the US Senate Judiciary Subcommittee on Crime and Terrorism, which includes drug enforcement. And the parents don’t believe their daughter would knowingly use any illegal substances. The marijuana in her system is a highly embarrassing situation for the family. If I were you, I’d find a lawyer.”
“Thank you.” Rhoda appreciated his kindness and his apparent assumption that she wasn’t guilty.
He grabbed the doorknob. “The greenhouses are around back?”
“Yes.” Rhoda wasn’t sure where Jacob was, but if this story landed in the news, Jacob’s name had to be kept out of it. It would be best if the police didn’t know he was there. “I’ll walk with you,” she added. Rhoda held out her hand to Samuel. “May I borrow your walkie-talkie?”
He unclipped it from his pocket.
“Leah.” Rhoda waited.
“Ya?”
“These gentlemen would like to look through the greenhouses. Would you bring us a kerosene lantern?” Trembling, Rhoda motioned to a sofa. What was she doing? Stalling the officers to ensure Jacob was hidden from them? “Would you care to sit for a minute, or maybe I could interest you in a cup of coffee and a bite of dessert?”
Her eyes met Samuel’s, and he studied her, perhaps wondering the same thing she was.
She had once asked Jacob who he was, but a better question came to mind now …
Who was she?