Finding the Way (The Amish Millers Get Married Book 5) Read Online Free Page B

and helped herself to
bread and church spread, thinking with a giggle that she was glad
these sandwiches were not made by the kindly Fannie Graber.
Although she was surrounded by other girls, she felt all alone, and
left the meal early to have some time to herself outside. Besides,
she wasn’t particularly hungry.
    Sarah walked back to the bench under the
weeping willow again, hoping that Benjamin would seek her out,
while at the same time telling herself that such thoughts were
foolish.
    This time, it was not Benjamin who approached
her, but Nash Grayson. Nash made no attempt to sit next to her, but
stood in front of her, towering over her, his arms folded, and the
corners of his lips turned up. “Why are you sitting out here all
alone?” he asked with narrowed eyes.
    “I wanted time to myself,” Sarah said, hoping
that would not sound rude.
    Nash laughed. “I can take a hint,” brushing
her protestations aside. “Anyway, I thought you’d be over with your
cousins.” He gestured to where the Miller schweschders were
playing with the kinner at the far end of the garden.
    “They’re not my cousins,” Sarah said.
“They’re gut friends, but not relatives.”
    Nash put his hand to his mouth in a manner
which looked to Sarah to be entirely fake, and at the same time,
made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. “Oh, I’m sorry; you
don’t know.”
    “Know what?” Sarah asked with growing
apprehension. She could feel a hard knot form in the pit of her
stomach.
    “They are your cousins. I’m sorry; I
had no idea you didn’t know,” Nash said coyly. “Benjamin didn’t
tell me that you didn’t know. He didn’t say it was a big secret or
anything.”
    Sarah momentarily put her hands to her head.
The world spun. She grasped one side of the seat with both hands
and tried to fight the growing nausea. “I don’t know what you
mean,” she managed to say.
    “Sorry. Forget I said anything.” Nash turned
and made to leave.
    Sarah stood up. “Nash! Wait; what’s going on?
You have to tell me.”
    Nash turned around, and Sarah saw the
calculating glint in his eye. “Your father, well, your step father Samuel Beachy, was from my parents’ community, didn’t you
know?”
    Sarah shook her head. The confusion was
giving her a throbbing headache, and she was worried she’d be
physically sick.
    “Well, I shouldn’t be the one to tell you,”
Nash continued, unable to keep the smugness out of his voice, “but
your father was Mr. Miller’s brother.”
    Sarah gasped.
    “Isn’t that a coincidence,” Nash continued,
his voice seeming to Sarah to come from far away, “and the Miller
family and Benjamin didn’t even bother to tell you. I wonder
why?”
    Sarah pushed past Nash and ran away, the
muted sound of Nash’s cruel laughter following her. She ran blindly
down past the B&B, down past the ruins of the old stone
cottage, until she lost her footing and fell heavily, landing on
her sore knee. Sarah picked herself up, and burst into tears.
    At once, her arm was grasped by a strong hand
and she was helped gently to her feet. She looked up into the
concerned eyes of Benjamin.
    “Are you hurt?”
    Sarah shook her head and dusted the dirt from
her apron.
    “You’re trembling.”
    Sarah shook her head again and hurriedly
wiped the tears from her eyes.
    The next thing she knew was that she was
pulled against Benjamin’s hard chest and he was stroking her hair.
She reveled in his manly scent and strong arms. She wanted to stay
there forever, safe and warm.
    Yet Nash’s words rang loudly through her
ears: Benjamin didn’t tell me you didn’t know , and, Benjamin didn’t even bother to tell you .
    She pushed Benjamin away and clapped her
hands over her ears, as if that would make the thoughts stop.
    “Why did you tell Nash?” she snapped.
    Benjamin frowned, clearly puzzled by Sarah’s
accusatory words and her abrupt change in attitude. “Tell Nash
what?” he asked, scratching his head.
    “How could