[Kentucky Brothers 01] - The Journey Read Online Free

then she’d said that if things didn’t work out for him in Kentucky, he could always come home.
     
    Mom doesn’t understand that I need to get away from everything that reminds me of Phoebe
, Titus thought.
Even though Phoebe will be in California, if I’d stayed in Pennsylvania I’d see her family, so it would be hard not to think about her. It’s better if I make a clean break and start life over here where there are no reminders of the past
.
     
    Titus’s stomach growled. He opened his eyes and reached into his backpack, fumbling around for a candy bar. In the process of looking for it, he discovered a note that Phoebe had written him some time ago—when he thought she still loved him.
     
    His stomach tightened. How was he ever going to get her out of his system? He couldn’t stop thinking about her, and seeing her love note only made her rejection hurt all the more. He crumpled the note and pushed it into Allen’s litter bag.
     
    The truck door opened, and Allen climbed in. “All set!”
     
    “I didn’t realize you were done pumping the gas.”
     
    “Yep. Ready to meet the man who’ll hopefully be your new boss?”
     
    “Uh … guess I’m ready as I’ll ever be.”
     
    “Are you nervous?”
     
    “A little. I’ve never been this far from home, and starting a new job in a new place is kind of scary,” Titus admitted.
     
    Allen nodded. “I’ll give you some advice my dad gave me when I left home: ‘Those who fear the future are likely to fumble the present.’ “
     
    Titus groaned. “I sure don’t wanna do that.”
     
    “Just do your best and try to keep a positive attitude, and I’m sure everything will work out fine.”
     
    “I hope so.”
     
    Allen drove out of Hopkinsville and turned left on Highway 68. After they’d gone a few miles, he pointed up ahead. “There’s the Jefferson Davis Monument. It’s just a couple of roads over to your right.”
     
    Titus whistled. “Wow, that building is sure tall!”
     
    “You’ll have to go inside the monument sometime and take a look at the view from up there.”
     
    “Think I just might.”
     
    “What else would you like to do for fun?” Allen asked.
     
    Titus turned his hands palms up. “Don’t really know yet. Maybe some fishing if there’s a nearby lake or pond. Oh, and I also like to ride horseback, so hopefully there are some good trails for riding.”
     
    “There are several ponds in the area, and I’m sure you can find lots of places to ride your horse. This community doesn’t get near as much traffic as Lancaster County, so you can go most anywhere on your horse if you’ve a mind to.”
     
    Titus smiled. “Sounds good to me.”
     
    When they reached Pembroke-Fairview Road, Allen turned right. They drove a mile or so, and then he turned onto a dirt road. Titus noticed a sign by the driveway: Y ODER’S W OODSHOP .
     
    As they continued up the lane, a large white farmhouse came into view. To the left of the house was the woodshop, with another sign above the door. To the right was a huge flower garden with some plants that were just coming into bloom.
     
    As they drew closer, Titus saw a young, auburn-haired woman bent over one of the plants. He took a deep breath, trying to still the pounding of his heart. He couldn’t see her face, but from the back, she looked like Phoebe.
     

     
    Suzanne lifted her head and turned when she heard a vehicle rumble up the driveway. Seeing the sign on the truck, she realized it was Allen Walters. The truck came to a stop, and both doors opened. Allen got out, and so did a young Amish man with dark brown hair whom she’d never seen before.
     
    Grandpa stepped out of the woodshop just then and joined them on the lawn. Curious to know who their visitor was, Suzanne left the garden and hurried into the yard.
     
    “This is Titus Fisher, the young man from Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, I called you about,” Allen told Grandpa.
     
    “Glad to meet you.” Grandpa