The Amish Widow (Amish Romance Mystery) (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

offered her help.
    As Wil sat at the table, Emma saw that his face was flushed and she figured that he must have rushed over when he saw a strange car parked in her driveway.
    There was an awkward silence and Mr. Weeks took a large gulp of tea. There was a hostility arising from Wil toward Mr. Weeks and it was obvious that Mr. Weeks could feel it as well as she.
    She rose to her feet. “I’ll fix you some tea, Wil.”
    “ Denke, Emma. So, Mr. Weeks, what brings you here today?”
    “I’m visiting Mrs. Kurtzler, as I mentioned I would. I can assure you I have no ill intentions towards Mrs. Kurtzler. Levi Kurtzler was a respected member of my team and I’m sure he would want me to see that his wife has everything she needs.”
    Emma let out the breath that she had been holding onto. She thought that Mr. Weeks would have put Wil’s over protectiveness to rest.
    “As I told you the other day – we look after our own. I appreciate your visit, but I will see that Emma has everything she needs.” Wil’s tone was bordering on hostile - again.
    Emma nearly dropped the teapot she had just picked up. “Wil.”
    Wil looked at her, stony faced.
    Mr. Weeks stood abruptly. “I’ll be going now then, Mrs. Kurtzler. Please, you’ve got my number if you need anything and we’ll discuss that other matter if anything comes of it.”
    “Yes, thank you. I’ll see you out.” Emma walked Mr. Weeks to the front door. “I’m so sorry about that,” she whispered.
    Mr. Weeks shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. It didn’t bother me.” He gave her a smile and a little wink before he turned and walked to his car.
    Emma marched straight back to Wil who had a mouthful of cookie. “Wil, that was rude. Don’t you think?”
    “ Nee I don’t. There was only one thing he was doing here, Emma. He’s attracted to you and you’re a woman on your own. You have to be more careful. You can’t let people into the haus like that.”
    Emma folded her hands across her chest and looked down at him sitting at the table leaning back eating cookies. “Well, you’re in the haus aren’t you?”
    He shook his head and his eyes turned to the ceiling. “That’s different. You’re like my little schweschder . We’ve been friends forever.”
    So, that’s what he thinks of me. He doesn’t see me as a woman; he sees me as his little schweschder. Emma didn’t know why, but she was a little disappointed to know that he thought of her in that way. Although, neither did she want the aggravation of him being attracted to her; it was far too soon for her to consider another man in her life. Why was she so upset by his words? Maybe she did like him, in that special way, just a little. She sat down opposite him and picked up a cookie and took a bite. They sat in silence for a moment; the only noise was that of crunching cookies.
    “Before Mr. Weeks arrived, I was packing Levi’s clothing into boxes.”
    “Do you need help?”
    Emma shrugged her shoulders. She did not know what she wanted. Maybe she wanted help and maybe she didn’t. Maybe she wanted to be alone while she packed up Levi’s clothes. “I’m planning to take them to over to Bessy’s place.”
    Wil took a mouthful of his tea then placed the teacup down on the table. “I’ll take them to Bessy’s for you.”
    “That would be a help. You could carry the boxes down the stairs for me too.”
    “Of course.”
    Emma was grateful for his help, but at times he was too much. Sometimes she just wanted some space. Emma’s thoughts turned to Bessy. She was around the same age as Wil and she had never married either. For a moment she wondered if they would make a match, but then Emma dismissed the idea. If they were to make a match they would’ve had plenty of time to get together before now. But then, who was there for Wil and who was there for Bessy? It dawned on Emma at that moment that she should be grateful that she had known real love. It was clear that many of the married people she