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    Hide in Plain Sight & Buried Sins
    Hide in Plain Sight & Buried Sins
    Hide in Plain Sight & Buried Sins
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    Hide in Plain Sight & Buried Sins

    By Marta Perry

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    Two sisters come home to Amish country and find danger and love in this volume containing two complete inspirational romantic suspense novels.

    Hide in Plain Sight

    Called home to the Amish countryside, city gal Andrea Hampton can’t let go of her bitter memories. But she’ll have to in order to help turn her grandmother’s house into a bed-and-breakfast. When danger stalks her, Andrea must turn to carpenter Cal Burke, a man with his own secrets.

    Buried Sins

    When the youngest Hampton sister, Caroline, returns to Amish country and her family inn, she hides a frightening secret. The dangerous husband she’d secretly married—and supposedly lost—might be alive after all. Yet Police Chief Zach Burkhalter knows more about her past than she expects. . . .
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOpen Road Integrated Media
    Release dateJul 1, 2013
    ISBN9781460316092
    Hide in Plain Sight & Buried Sins
    Author

    Marta Perry

    Marta Perry realized she wanted to be a writer at age eight, when she read her first Nancy Drew novel. A lifetime spent in rural Pennsylvania and her own Pennsylvania Dutch roots led Marta to the books she writes now about the Amish. When she’s not writing, Marta is active in the life of her church and enjoys traveling and spending time with her three children and six beautiful grandchildren. Visit her online at www.martaperry.com.

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    • 2/5
      My first Amish Christian fiction read, predictable in the romance and mystery story. Much too sugary for me.
    • 2/5
      Free Amazon download on Kindle, Harlequin

      Not bad if you want something that do not require any thinking. Charachters are silohuettes, love conquer all, carreer is bad family is good.

      Sort of repent and convert romantic novel

      Nice for the Amish setting, relaxing plot

    • 5/5
      I read this way in the beginning of the year. So forgive me if I can not remember much about it. It been that long since i read the book.

      I know that i enjoyed it and that the romance is something. I know she is trying to find the truth about something what that a surprise to find out by reading. I know it a free on barnes and Noble and I still think it might be. If you want you could read it and it cost you nothing and also it about amish a bit and a mystery mixed in as well.
    • 3/5
      It was what I expected from a Harlequin romance...only more Christianity thrown in. decent book, fun, Saturday read.
    • 4/5
      I really enjoyed this book. It was a fast and pleasant read - able to read it overnight, It was a sweet love story that gently devopled through intrigue and mystery. Andrea returns home when her sister is victim to an accident. Who is the handsome stranger on her Grams property... I enjoyed this book and would read another by this author
    • 3/5
      Andrea returns to her family home in the Amish country after her sister is injured. The intention is to turn the large house into a hotel but Andrea doesn't agree and there is much local opposition. Andrea is a hardworking accountant who is suspicious of everybody, and soon needs to be because there are attacks on the house and on her personally.This is a story with messages - Andrea needs to relax and be more friendly, country folk are better than town folk, if you wish hard enough your dreams can come true, being friendly is better than being businesslike .... If you like your stories cosy and unchallenging then there is nothing wrong with this book, especially if you understand and like the underlying messages of the book. For me, it passed the time but will be easily forgotten and I shall not reread.
    • 3/5
      Well....I did like the main character, and her reluctant love interest. I felt like the author picked the least likely character to be the biggest baddie causing the majority of the trouble. Really Marta?? I mean.....really??I didn't think she utilized the Amish characters enough or fleshed out their community. I didn't think we got to know her grandmother or sister well enough. It was a fairly fast read.....good beach book.....but the author needs to work harder.
    • 4/5
      Brief Synopsis: Andrea, a Philadelphia business executive, heads to the Amish country after her sister Rachel is injured in a hit-and-run accident. Her sister and grandmother are trying to open a bed and breakfast in their home, a farm that's been in the family for 200 years. At first, Andrea tries to convince her grandmother to sell, but she ends up staying to help them get the business started. Along the way, she puts her job at risk and risks her heart after meeting Cal, the handsome carpenter who's leasing an apartment in her grandmother's barn. Amid her confusing feelings for Cal and restoration of the faith from her childhood, is a mystery that threatens everyone she loves. Someone is trying to keep the bed and breakfast from opening, and it soon becomes obvious that he/she will stop at nothing to get his/her way. The Good: This is an inspirational romance, meaning that there are references to God and prayer. It's not overbearing in the least, but provides a warmth to the overall story. Also, it is an exceptionally clean romance. There are instances of holding hands, innocent embraces, and kissing, but it goes no further. This is a romance you could give to your teenage daughter. The story line was very enjoyable. I enjoyed the mystery. It kept me guessing until the end. Also, the Amish country setting and Amish characters were delightful. Cal, Andrea, and her family are not Amish, but their neighbors are. If you enjoy reading about the Amish, you'll most likely enjoy this story. The Bad: The characters, while enjoyable, were not fully developed. It's hard to fully understand their motivations, because so much of what we know about them is superficial. I found myself really wanting to know more about Cal. He's such an integral part of the story, and at the end, I just didn't feel like I knew him well enough. While I found this to be a very enjoyable read, the story is not particularly unique. A successful business woman moves back home and falls for a ruggedly handsome carpenter. I feel like I've read the same premise several times before, but the Amish spin on this story did keep it from being overly familiar. The Verdict: If you like a bit of romance with your mysteries, this is a good pick for you. It's more a mystery book than a romance. We see the characters falling for each other, but it's not the most important issue. The most important issue is finding who is trying to sabotage Andrea and keep her grandmother's bed and breakfast from opening. It's a very fun read, and once the threats turn more sinister, you won't be able to put it down. It definitely became a page-turner at the end for me. I highly recommend it for a light and entertaining read.
    • 3/5
      This is a good book for young teens. Spot of romance, spot of mystery, and an awakening faith. I read this with the "kobo" eReader. The digital copy editing leaved quite a bit to be desired. I probably should have rated it at 2.5 stars, but it was free, so that should count for something!The book itself is written probably on a eighth-grade reading level. Having said that, the characters were, for the most part, fleshed out. Some psychological insights expressed unobtrusively. The feeling of community was nicely expressed. Overall, the book was not preachy.I find it interesting that other reviewers mention it being a "Christian" novel, romance, or whatever. Although the characters do go to church once, and do think much about God and faith, the author seems to carefully never use the terms, Christ, Jesus, or Christian.
    • 4/5
      When Rachel meets with an accident, financial expert Andrea rushes back home to meet her sister. Once there, she realizes that Rachel and Grams are in the process of converting grandma’s house into a Bed and Breakfast. Andrea wants no role in it but soon understands that she has to be there for her family.Can she trust the carpenter Cal or anyone else for that matter? The Amish country is supposed to be a quiet peaceful place, who would want to destroy them then? Is someone threatened by the opening of the B and B?This is a love based suspense story set in the Amish country. It describes how Andrea has to take up the responsibility of getting the “Three Sisters Inn” up and running; since her sister Rachel has met with an accident and Grams cannot do it alone.Andrea is a character that I started to like almost immediately. The contemplation she has between her job and commitments towards her family is something that we can all completely relate too. Her relation with Grams, Rachel, Cal and Uncle Nick is interesting. I so wanted Rachel to be more involved in spite of the fact that she spent most of the time in the hospital. Cal’s past and his reactions in the present are completely honest and made me like him more.A good relaxing read when you have very little time in your hand. Rated a 4 on 5 and looking forward to reading the next book in the series very soon.
    • 5/5
      A nice blend of faith, romance, and suspense.
    • 5/5
      Andrea, the successful strong willed sister, returns home when her sister, Rachel is in an accident. Arriving at her grandmother's home, she realizes that her sister and grandmother plan to turn the home into a bed and breakfast. Andrea is against the idea, saying her grandmother is too old to undertake such a venture.Andrea does not trust the man living in her grandmother's barn. Strange things start happening at the soon to be B&B and Andrea suspects the border.This is a great read. It doesn't really leave you guessing. I figured out who was behind the trouble rather quickly, but I still enjoyed the book.
    • 3/5
      This was a Kindle book that I "accidentally" bought by a twitch of my finger on the toggle button - back in the beginning, before I noticed that they very sensibly give you the option to "un-purchase" just such accidents (and, for that matter, before I realised that you can request samples before you commit to anything).I fully expected it to be very trite and superficial, and I suppose it was, and yet it turned out to be exactly what I needed when my brain died. Suddenly I crashed, without warning, and my brain completely rebelled, not only at the idea of study, but even at the idea of walking out the door for a bike ride (for that matter, it's still rebelling about going to flute lesson, but there's not much I can do about that). Curling up with a lovely mindless read was rather nice, and I enjoyed the atmospheric, Lancaster-county novel. Yes, it was formulaic, but enjoyably so, and it turned out to be a very happy accident that I purchased it, making it available to me at just the right moment. It brought back memories of my own visit to Intercourse and had a rather nice "feel" to it - a little more gentle on human nature than the Jodi Piccoult I read a while back.Oh dear - I've just realised it's book 1 in a series!
    • 3/5
      This is a romance, with a little mystery and a sprinkle of suspense. God and faith are also tossed in here, though it's not overpowering and can easily be overlooked by those who aren't into Christian romances.The plot was good. I found the characters lacking depth. For me, there was way too much introspection with the characters and not enough movement in the story. The writing is good, though nothing about the story captivated me. A good, light read if you're looking for a romantic, feel-good story.
    • 3/5
      This Christian romantic suspense was okay. By the standards of romantic suspense, there wasn't a great deal of romance or suspense. It was, however, a nice story. I know 'nice' is a bland word, but nice is what this is: it's sweet and cosy and gentle with just the occasional bit of drama. It reminded me of the cartoon films for kids that have the guidance warning 'mild peril' on them, despite the climax of the story being life-and-death stuff. The faith element is convincing, the hero and heroine make a nice couple, and there's an interesting twist to the suspense. Enjoyable, cosy fireside reading.

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    Hide in Plain Sight & Buried Sins - Marta Perry

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    Two complete novels in the beloved The Three Sisters Inn series by Marta Perry

    HIDE IN PLAIN SIGHT

    Called home to the Amish countryside, city gal Andrea Hampton can’t let go of her bitter memories. But she’ll have to in order to help turn her grandmother’s house into a bed-and-breakfast. When danger stalks her, Andrea must turn to carpenter Cal Burke, a man with his own secrets.

    BURIED SINS

    When the youngest Hampton sister, Caroline, returns to Amish country and her family inn, she hides a frightening secret. The dangerous husband she’d secretly married—and supposedly lost—might be alive after all. Yet Police Chief Zach Burkhalter knows more about her past than she expects….

    Praise for Marta Perry and her novels

    While love is a powerful entity in this story, danger is never too far behind. Top Pick!

    —RT Book Reviews on Season of Secrets

    Set within the Amish community, with a strong, sympathetic heroine at the center of a suspenseful plot, Perry’s story hooks you immediately. Her uncanny ability to seamlessly blend the mystery element with contemporary themes makes this one intriguing read.

    —RT Book Reviews on Home by Dark

    Marta Perry illuminates the differences between the Amish community and the larger society with an obvious care and respect for ways and beliefs…. She weaves these differences into the story with a deft hand, drawing the reader into a suspenseful, continually moving plot.

    —Fresh Fiction on Murder in Plain Sight

    "A Christmas to Die For…is an exceptionally written story in which danger and romance blend nicely."

    —RT Book Reviews

    MARTA PERRY

    Hide in Plain Sight

    Buried Sins

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    CONTENTS

    Hide in Plain Sight

    Buried Sins

    Books by Marta Perry

    Love Inspired

    *Hunter’s Bride

    *A Mother’s Wish

    *A Time to Forgive

    *Promise Forever

    Always in Her Heart

    The Doctor’s Christmas

    True Devotion

    †Hero in Her Heart

    †Unlikely Hero

    †Hero Dad

    †Her Only Hero

    †Hearts Afire

    †Restless Hearts

    †A Soldier’s Heart

    Mission: Motherhood

    **Twice in a Lifetime

    **Heart of the Matter

    **The Guardian’s Honor

    **Mistletoe Prayers The Bodine Family Christmas

    Her Surprise Sister

    Love Inspired Suspense

    Tangled Memories

    Season of Secrets

    ††Hide in Plain Sight

    ††A Christmas to Die For

    ††Buried Sins

    Final Justice

    Twin Targets

    *Caldwell Kin

    †The Flanagans

    **The Bodine Family

    ††The Three Sisters Inn

    MARTA PERRY

    has written everything from Sunday-school curricula to travel articles to magazine stories in more than twenty years of writing, but she feels she’s found her writing home in the stories she writes for the Love Inspired Books lines.

    Marta lives in rural Pennsylvania, but she and her husband spend part of each year at their second home in South Carolina. When she’s not writing, she’s probably visiting her children and her six beautiful grandchildren, traveling, gardening or relaxing with a good book.

    Marta loves hearing from readers, and she’ll write back with a signed bookmark and/or her brochure of Pennsylvania Dutch recipes. Write to her c/o Steeple Hill Books, 233 Broadway, Suite 1001, New York, NY 10279, email her at [email protected] or visit her on the web at www.martaperry.com.

    Hide in Plain Sight

    For everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot; a time to kill and a time to heal.

    —Ecclesiastes 3:1–3

    This story is dedicated to my gifted editor, Krista Stroever. And, as always, to Brian.

    Contents

    CHAPTER ONE

    CHAPTER TWO

    CHAPTER THREE

    CHAPTER FOUR

    CHAPTER FIVE

    CHAPTER SIX

    CHAPTER SEVEN

    CHAPTER EIGHT

    CHAPTER NINE

    CHAPTER TEN

    CHAPTER ELEVEN

    CHAPTER TWELVE

    CHAPTER THIRTEEN

    CHAPTER FOURTEEN

    CHAPTER FIFTEEN

    CHAPTER SIXTEEN

    QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

    EXCERPT

    ONE

    She had to get to the hospital. Andrea Hampton’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel as that call from the Pennsylvania State Police replayed in her mind in an endless loop. Her sister had been struck by a hit-and-run driver while walking along a dark country road—like this one. They didn’t know how badly she was injured. Repeated calls to the hospital had netted her only a bland voice saying that Rachel Hampton was undergoing treatment.

    Please. Please. She wasn’t even sure she believed any longer, but the prayer seemed to come automatically. Please, if You’re there, if You’re listening, keep Rachel safe.

    Darkness pressed against the windows, unrelieved except for the reflection of her headlights on the dark macadam and the blur of white pasture fence posts. Amish country, and, once you were off the main routes, there were no lights at night except for the occasional faded yellow of oil lamps from a distant farmhouse.

    If she let herself picture Rachel’s slight figure, turning, seeing a car barreling toward her... A cold hand closed around her heart.

    After all those years she had protected her two younger sisters, Rachel and Caroline were independent now. That was only right. Still, some irrational part of her mind seemed to be saying: You should have been here.

    A black-and-yellow sign announced a crossroads, and she tapped the brakes lightly as she approached a curve. She glanced at the dashboard clock. Nearly midnight.

    She looked up, and a cry tore from her throat. A dark shape ahead of her on the road, an orange reflective triangle gleaming on the back of it... Her mind recognizing an Amish buggy, she slammed on the brakes, wrenching the wheel with all her strength. Please, please, don’t let me hit it—

    The car skidded, fishtailing, and she fought for control. Too late—the rear wheels left the road and plunged down into a ditch, tipping crazily, headlight beams spearing toward the heavens. The air bag deployed, slamming into her. For an instant she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

    As her head began to clear she fought the muffling fabric of the air bag, the seat belt harness digging into her flesh. Panic seared along her nerves, and she struggled to contain it. She wasn’t a child, she wasn’t trapped—

    A door slammed. Voices, running feet, and someone yanked at the passenger door.

    Are you hurt? Can you talk?

    Yes. She managed to get her face free of the entangling folds. I think I’m all right, but I can’t reach the seat belt.

    Hold on. We’ll get you out. A murmured consultation—more than one person, then. The scrape of metal on metal, and the door shrieked in protest as it was lifted.

    The buggy. Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper. I didn’t hit it, did I?

    No, came a curt male voice, and then a flashlight’s beam struck her face, making her blink. You didn’t.

    Hands fumbled for the seat belt, tugging. The belt tightened across her chest, she couldn’t breathe—and then it released and air flowed into her protesting lungs.

    Take a moment before we try to move you. He was just a dark shadow behind the light. In control. Be sure nothing’s broken.

    She wanted to shout at him to pull her free, to get her out of the trap her car had become, but he made sense. She wiggled fingers, toes, ran her hands along her body as much as she could.

    Just tender. Please, get me out. She would not let panic show in her voice, even though the sense of confinement in a small, dark space scraped her nerves raw with the claustrophobia she always hoped she’d overcome. Please.

    Hands gripped her arms, and she clung instinctively to the soft cotton of the man’s shirt. Muscles bunched under the fabric. He pulled, she wiggled, pushing her body upward, and in a moment she was free, leaning against the tip-tilted car.

    Easy. Strong hands supported her.

    Are you sure she is all right, Calvin Burke? This voice sounded young, a little frightened. Should we take her to the hospital?

    The hospital. She grasped the words. I’m all right, but I have to get to the hospital. My sister is there. I have to go there.

    She was repeating herself, she thought, her mind still a little fuzzy. She couldn’t seem to help it. She focused on the three people who stood around her. An Amish couple, their young faces white and strained in the glow of the flashlight.

    And the man, the one with the gruff, impatient voice and the strong, gentle hands. He held the light, so she couldn’t see him well—just an impression of height, breadth, the pale cloth of his shirt.

    Your sister. His voice had sharpened. Would you be Rachel Hampton’s sister?

    Yes. She grabbed his hand. You know her? Do you know how she is? I keep calling, but they won’t tell me anything.

    I know her. Was on my way, in fact, to see if your grandmother needed any help.

    Grams is all right, isn’t she? Her fear edged up a notch.

    Just upset over Rachel. He turned toward the young couple. I’ll take her to the hospital. You two better get along home.

    "Ja, we will, the boy said. We pray that your sister will be well." They both nodded and then moved quickly toward the waiting buggy, their clothing melting into the darkness.

    Her Good Samaritan gestured toward the pickup truck that sat behind her car. Anything you don’t want to leave here, we can take now.

    She shoved her hand through the disheveled layers of her hair, trying to think. Overnight bag. My briefcase and computer. They’re in the trunk. Concern jagged through her. If the computer is damaged... The project she was working on was backed up, of course, but it would still be a hassle if she couldn’t work while she was here.

    I don’t hear any ominous clanking noises. He pulled the cases from the trunk, whose lid gaped open. Let’s get going.

    She bent over the car to retrieve her handbag and cell phone, a wave of dizziness hitting her at the movement. Gritting her teeth, she followed him to the truck.

    He yanked open the passenger side door and shoved the bags onto the floor. Obviously she was meant to rest her feet on them. There was no place else to put them if she didn’t want them rattling around in the back.

    She climbed gingerly into the passenger seat. The dome light gave her a brief look at her rescuer as he slid behind the wheel. Thirtyish, she’d guess, with a shock of sun-streaked brown hair, longer than was fashionable, and a lean face. His shoulders were broad under the faded plaid shirt he wore, and when he gave her an impatient glance, she had the sense that he carried a chip on them.

    He slammed the door, the dome light going out, and once again he was little more than an angular shape.

    I take it you know my grandmother. Small surprise, that. Katherine Unger’s roots went deep in Lancaster County, back to the German immigrants who’d swarmed to Penn’s Woods in the 1700s.

    He nodded, and then seemed to feel something more was called for. Cal Burke. And you’re Rachel’s older sister, Andrea. I’ve heard about you. His clipped tone suggested he hadn’t been particularly impressed by whatever that was.

    Still, she couldn’t imagine that her sister had said anything bad about her. She and Rachel had always been close, even if they hadn’t seen each other often enough in the past few years, especially since their mother’s death. Even if she completely disapproved of this latest scheme Rachel and Grams had hatched.

    She glanced at him. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she was able to see a little more, noticing his worn jeans, scuffed leather boots and a stubble of beard. She’d thought, in that first hazy glimpse as he pulled her out of the car, that he might be Amish—something about the hair, the pale shirt and dark pants. But obviously he wasn’t.

    I should try the hospital again. She flipped the cell phone open.

    Please. The unaccustomed prayer formed in her mind again. Please let Rachel be all right.

    I doubt they’ll tell you any more than they already have. He frowned at the road ahead. Have you tried your grandmother’s number?

    She never remembers to turn her cell phone on. She punched in the number anyway, only to be sent straight to voice mail. Grams, if you get this before I see you, call me on my cell. Her throat tightened. I hope Rachel is all right.

    Ironic, he said as she clicked off. You have an accident while rushing to your sister’s bedside. Ever occur to you that these roads aren’t meant for racing?

    She stiffened at the criticism. I was not racing. And if you were behind me, you must have seen me brake as I approached the curve. If I hadn’t... She stopped, not wanting to imagine that.

    His hands moved restlessly on the wheel, as if he wanted to push the rattletrap truck along faster but knew he couldn’t. We’re coming up on Route 30. We’ll make better time there.

    He didn’t sound conciliatory, but at least he hadn’t pushed his criticism of her driving. Somehow she still wanted to defend herself.

    I’m well aware that I have to watch for buggies on this road. I just didn’t expect to see anyone out this late.

    And she was distracted with fear for Rachel, but she wouldn’t say that to him. It would sound like a plea for sympathy.

    It’s spring, he said, as if that was an explanation. "Rumspringa, to those kids. That means—"

    "I know what rumspringa means, she snapped. The time when Amish teenagers get to experience freedom and figure out what kind of life they want. You don’t need to give me the Pennsylvania Dutch tour. I lived in my grandparents’ house until I was ten."

    Well, I guess that makes you an expert, then.

    No doubt about it, the man was annoying, but she hadn’t exactly been all sweetness and light in the past half hour, either. And he was taking her to the hospital.

    Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I guess I’m a little shaken.

    He glanced at her. Maybe you should have them check you out at the hospital. You had a rough landing.

    She shook her head. I’ll probably be black-and-blue tomorrow, but that’s it. She touched her neck gingerly. Either the air bag or the seat belt had left what felt like brush burns there. The bruises on her confidence from the fear she’d felt wouldn’t show, but they might take longer to go away.

    Apparently taking her word for it, he merged onto Route 30. The lights and activity were reassuring, and in a few minutes they pulled up at the emergency entrance to the hospital.

    Thank you. She slid out, reaching for her things. I really appreciate this.

    He spoke when she would have pulled her bag out. I’m going in, too. May as well leave your things here until you know what you’re doing.

    She hesitated, and then she shrugged and let go of the case. Fine. Thank you, she added.

    He came around the truck and set off toward the entrance, his long strides making her hurry to keep up. Inside, the bright lights had her blinking. Burke caught her arm and navigated her past the check-in desk and on into the emergency room, not stopping until he reached the nurses’ station.

    Evening, Ruth. This is Rachel Hampton’s sister. Tell her how Rachel is without the hospital jargon, all right?

    She half expected the woman—middle-aged, gray-haired and looking as if her feet hurt—to call security. Instead she gave him a slightly flirtatious smile.

    Calvin Burke, just because you’ve been in here three or four times to get stitched up, don’t think you own the place. She consulted a clipboard, lips pursing.

    Andrea stole a look at him. It wasn’t her taste, but she supposed some women went for the rugged, disreputable-looking type.

    Ruth Schmidt, according to her name badge—another good old Pennsylvania Dutch name, like Unger—picked up the telephone and had a cryptic, low-voiced conversation with someone. She hung up and gave Andrea a professional smile.

    Your sister has come through surgery fine, and she’s been taken to a private room.

    What were her injuries? She hated digging for information, as if her sister’s condition were a matter of national security. Where is my grandmother? Isn’t she here?

    The woman stiffened. I really don’t know anything further about the patient’s condition. I understand Mrs. Unger was persuaded to go home, as there was nothing she could do here. I’d suggest you do the same, and—

    No. She cut the woman off. I’m not going anywhere until I’ve seen my sister. And if you don’t know anything about her injuries, I’ll talk to someone who does.

    She prepared for an argument. It didn’t matter what they said to her, she wasn’t leaving until she’d seen Rachel, if she had to stay here all night.

    Maybe the woman recognized that. She pointed to a bank of elevators. Third floor. Room 301. But she’ll be asleep—

    She didn’t wait to hear any more. She made it to the elevator in seconds and pressed the button, the fear that had driven her since she left Philadelphia a sharp blade against her heart. Rachel would be all right. Grams wouldn’t have gone home unless she was convinced of that. Still, she had to see for herself.

    A quick ride in the elevator, a short walk across the hall, and she was in the room. Rachel lay motionless in the high, white hospital bed. Both legs were in casts, and hospital paraphernalia surrounded her.

    Light brown hair spread out over a white pillow, dark lashes forming crescents against her cheek. Rachel looked about sixteen, instead of nearly thirty. Her little sister, whom she loved, fought with, bossed, protected. Her throat choked, and the tears she’d been holding back spilled over.

    * * *

    Cal picked up a five-month-old newsmagazine and slumped into a molded plastic chair. The dragons guarding the third floor wouldn’t have let him in, obviously, so he’d just wait until the sister came back down again. Maybe tonight wasn’t the time, but he had a few things he’d like to say to Andrea.

    He frowned, uninterested, at the magazine, seeing instead the face of the woman who’d just gone upstairs. On the surface, she’d been much like he’d expected from the things her sister and grandmother had said and from the photo on Katherine’s mantel.

    Glossy, urban, well dressed in a rising young executive way, with silky blond hair falling to her collarbones in one of those sleek, tapered cuts that every television newswoman wore now. Eyes like green glass, sharp enough to cut a man if he weren’t careful.

    Well, he was a very careful man, and he knew enough not to be impressed by Ms. Andrea Hampton.

    Not that her sister or grandmother had ever bad-mouthed her, but the picture had formed clearly enough in his mind from the things they said, and from her absence. Her elderly grandmother and her sister were struggling to get their bed-and-breakfast off the ground, and Ms. Successful Young Executive couldn’t be bothered to leave her high-powered life long enough to help them.

    Not his business, he supposed, but despite his intent to live in isolation, he’d grown fond of Katherine and her granddaughter in the time he’d been renting the barn on the Unger estate. He’d thought, when his wanderings brought him to Lancaster County, that he just wanted to be alone with his anger and his guilt. But Katherine, with her understated kindness, and Rachel, with her sweet nature, had worked their way into his heart. He felt a responsibility toward them, combined with irritation that the oldest granddaughter wasn’t doing more to help.

    Still, he’d been unjust to accuse her of careless driving. She’d been going the speed limit, no more, and he had seen the flash of her brake lights just before she’d rounded the curve.

    Her taillights had disappeared from view, and then he’d heard the shriek of brakes, the crunch of metal, and his heart had nearly stopped. He’d rounded the curve, fearing he’d see a buggy smashed into smithereens, its passengers tossed onto the road like rag dolls.

    Thank the good Lord it hadn’t come to that. It had been the car, half on its side in the ditch, which had been the casualty.

    Come to think of it, somebody might want to have a talk with young Jonah’s father. The boy had said he’d just pulled out onto the main road from the Mueller farm. He had to have done that without paying much attention—the approaching glow of the car’s lights should have been visible if he’d looked. All his attention had probably been on the pretty girl next to him.

    He didn’t think he’d mention that to Andrea Hampton. She might get the bright idea of suing. But he’d drop a word in Abram Yoder’s ear. Not wanting to get the boy into trouble—just wanting to keep him alive.

    Giving up the magazine as a lost cause, he tossed it aside and stared into space until he saw the elevator doors swish open again. Andrea came through, shoulders sagging a bit. She straightened when she saw him.

    You didn’t need to wait for me.

    He rose, going to her. Yes, I did. I have your things in my truck, remember?

    Her face was pale in the fluorescent lights, mouth drooping, and those green eyes looked pink around the edges. He touched her arm.

    You want me to get you some coffee?

    She shook her head, and he had the feeling she didn’t focus on his face when she looked at him. His nerves tightened.

    What is it? Rachel’s going to be all right, isn’t she?

    They say so. Her voice was almost a whisper, and then she shook her head, clearing her throat. I’m sure they’re right, but it was a shock to see her that way. Both of her legs are broken. A shiver went through her, generating a wave of sympathy that startled him. And she has a concussion. The doctor I spoke with wouldn’t even guess how long it would be until she’s back to normal.

    I’m sorry to hear that. His voice roughened. Rachel didn’t deserve this. No one did. He could only hope they caught the poor excuse for a human being who’d left her lying by the side of the road. If he were still an attorney, he’d take pleasure in prosecuting a case like that.

    Andrea walked steadily toward the exit. Outside, she took a deep breath, pulling the tailored jacket close around her as if for warmth, even though the May night didn’t have much of a bite to it.

    I’ll just get my things and then you can be on your way. She managed a polite smile in his direction.

    How do you plan to get to your grandmother’s? I called to have your car towed to the Churchville Garage, but I don’t imagine it’ll be drivable very soon.

    She shoved her hair back in what seemed to be a habitual gesture. It fell silkily into place again. Thank you. I didn’t think about the car. But I’m sure I can get a taxi.

    Not so easy at this hour. I’ll drive you. He yanked the door open.

    I don’t want to take you out of your way. You’ve done enough for me already, Mr. Burke. Her tone was cool. Dismissing.

    He smiled. Cal. And you won’t be taking me out of my way. Didn’t you know? I’m your grandmother’s tenant.

    He rather enjoyed the surprised look on her face. Petty of him, but if she kept in better contact with her grandmother, she’d know about him. Still, he suspected that if he were as good a Christian as he hoped to be, he’d cut her a bit more slack.

    I see. Well, fine then. She climbed into the truck, the skirt she wore giving him a glimpse of slim leg.

    He wasn’t interested in any woman right now, least of all a woman like Andrea Hampton, but that didn’t mean he was dead. He could still appreciate beautiful, and that’s what Andrea was, with that pale oval face, soft mouth and strong jawline. Come to think of it, she’d gotten the stubborn chin from her grandmother, who was as feisty a seventy-some-year-old as he’d met in a long time.

    She didn’t speak as he drove out of the hospital lot. He didn’t mind. God had been teaching him patience in the past year or so, something he’d never thought of before as a virtue. He suspected she’d find it necessary to break the silence sooner than he would.

    Sure enough, they’d barely hit the highway when she stirred. You said you were my grandmother’s tenant. Does that mean you’re living in the house? Her hands moved restlessly. Or inn, I guess I should say, given Grams’s and Rachel’s project.

    She didn’t approve, then. He could hear it in her voice.

    I rent the barn from your grandmother. The newer one, behind the house. I’ve been there for six months now, and in the area for nearly a year.

    Healing. Atoning for his mistakes and trying to get right with God, but that was something he didn’t say to anyone.

    The barn? Her voice rose in question. What do you want with the barn? Do you mean you live there?

    He shrugged. I fixed up the tack room for a small apartment. Comfortable enough for one. I run my business in the rest of it.

    What business? She sounded suspicious.

    He was tempted to make something up, but he guessed she’d had enough shocks tonight. I design and make wood furniture, using Amish techniques. If you pick up any wood shavings on your clothes, that’s why.

    I see. The tone reserved judgment. Grams never mentioned it to me.

    Well, you haven’t been around much, have you?

    He caught the flash of anger in her face, even keeping his eyes on the road.

    I speak with my grandmother and my sister every week, and they came to stay with me at Easter, not that it’s any of your concern.

    They were coming into the village now, and he slowed. There wasn’t much traffic in Churchville, or even many lights on, at this hour. The antique shops and quilt stores that catered to tourists were long since closed.

    He pulled into the drive of the gracious, Federal-style Unger mansion, its Pennsylvania sandstone glowing a soft gold in the light from the twin lampposts he’d erected for Katherine. He stopped at the door.

    He wouldn’t be seeing much of Andrea, he’d guess. She’d scurry back to her busy career as soon as she was convinced her sister would recover, the anxiety she’d felt tonight fading under the frenzied rush of activity that passed for a life.

    Thank you. She snapped off the words as she opened the door, grabbing her bags, obviously still annoyed at his presumption.

    No problem.

    She slammed the door, and he pulled away, leaving her standing under the hand-carved sign that now hung next to the entrance to the Unger mansion. The Three Sisters Inn.

    TWO

    Andrea had barely reached the recessed front door when it was flung open, light spilling out onto the flagstones. In an instant she was in Grams’s arms, and the tears she didn’t want to shed flowed. They stood half in and half out of the house, and she was ten again, weeping over the mess her parents were making of their lives, holding on to Grams and thinking that here was one rock she could always cling to.

    Grams drew her inside, blotting her tears with an unsteady hand, while her own trickled down her cheeks. I’m so glad you’re here, Dree. So glad.

    The childhood nickname, given when two-years-younger Rachel couldn’t say her name, increased the sensation that she’d stepped into the past. She stood in the center hall that had seemed enormous to her once, with its high ceiling and wide plank floor. Barney, Grams’s sheltie, danced around them, welcoming her with little yips.

    She bent to pet the dog, knowing Barney wouldn’t stop until she did. I went to the hospital to see Rachel. They told me you’d already gone home. I should have called you....

    Grams shook her head, stopping her. It’s fine. Cal phoned me while you were with Rachel.

    He didn’t say. Her tone was dry. Nice of him, but he might have mentioned he’d talked to Grams.

    He told me about the accident. Grams’s arm, still strong and wiry despite her age, encircled Andrea’s waist. Piercing blue eyes, bone structure that kept her beautiful despite her wrinkles, a pair of dangling aqua earrings that matched the blouse she wore—Grams looked great for any age, let alone nearly seventy-five. Two accidents in one night is two too many.

    That was a typical Grams comment, the tartness of her tone hiding the fear she must have felt.

    Well, fortunately the only damage was to the car. She’d better change the subject, before Grams started to dwell on might-have-beens. She looked through the archway to the right, seeing paint cloths draped over everything in the front parlor. I see you’re in the midst of redecorating.

    Grams’s blue eyes darkened with worry. The opening is Memorial Day weekend, and now Rachel is laid up. I don’t know... She stopped and shook her head. Well, we’ll get through it somehow. Right now, let’s get you settled, so that both of us can catch a few hours sleep. Tomorrow will be here before you know it.

    Where are you putting me? She glanced up the graceful open staircase that led from the main hall to the second floor. Is that all guest rooms now?

    Grams nodded. The west side of the house is the inn. The east side is still ours. She opened the door on the left of the hall. Come along in. We have the back stairway and the rooms on this side, so that’ll give us our privacy. You’ll be surprised at how well this is working out.

    She doubted it, but she was too tired to pursue the subject now. Or to think straight, for that matter. And Grams must be exhausted, physically and emotionally. Still, she couldn’t help one question.

    What was she doing out there? Rachel, I mean. Why was she walking along Crossings Road alone after dark?

    She was taking Barney for a run. Grams’s voice choked a little. She’s been doing that for me since she got here, especially now that things have been so upset. Usually there’s not much traffic.

    That made sense. Rachel could cut onto Crossings Road, perpendicular to the main route, without going into the village.

    She trailed her grandmother through the large room that had been her grandfather’s library, now apparently being converted into an office/living room, and up the small, enclosed stairway. This was the oldest part of the house, built in 1725. The ceilings were lower here, accounting for lots of odd little jogs in how the two parts of the Unger mansion fit together.

    Grams held on to the railing, as if she needed some help getting up the stairs, but her back was as straight as ever. The dog, who always slept on the rug beside her bed, padded along.

    Her mind flickered back to Grams’s comment. What do you mean, things have been upset? Has something gone wrong with your plans?

    She could have told them, had told them, that they were getting in over their heads with this idea of turning the place into an inn. Neither of them knew anything about running a bed-and-breakfast, and Grams was too old for this kind of stress.

    Just—just the usual things. Nothing for you to worry about.

    That sounded evasive. She’d push, but they were both too tired.

    Her grandmother opened a door at the top of the stairs. Here we are. I thought you’d want your old room.

    The ceiling sloped, and the rosebud wallpaper hadn’t changed in twenty years. Even her old rag doll, left behind when her mother had stormed out of the house with them, still sat in the rocking chair, and her white Bible lay on the bedside table. This had been her room until she was ten, until the cataclysm that split the family and sent them flying off in all directions, like water droplets from a tornado. She tossed her bags onto the white iron bed and felt like crying once more.

    Thanks, Grams. Her voice was choked.

    It’s all right. Grams gave her another quick hug. Let’s just have a quick prayer. She clasped Andrea’s hands, and Andrea tried not to think about how long it had been since she’d prayed before tonight.

    Hold our Rachel in Your hands, Father. Grams’s voice was husky. We know You love her even more than we do. Please, touch her with Your healing hand. Amen.

    Amen, Andrea whispered. She was sure there were questions she should ask, but her mind didn’t seem to be working clearly.

    Night, Grams. Try and sleep.

    Good night, Dree. I’m so glad you’re here. Grams left the door ajar, her footsteps muffled on the hall carpet as she went to the room across the hall.

    Andrea looked at her things piled on the bed, and it seemed a gargantuan effort to move them. She undressed slowly, settling in.

    She took her shirt off and winced at the movement, turning to the wavy old mirror to see what damage she’d done. Bruises on her chest and shoulder were dark and ugly where the seat belt had cut in, and she had brush burns from the air bag. She was lucky that was the worst of it, but she shook a little at the reminder.

    After pulling a sleep shirt over her head, she cleaned off the bed and turned back the covers. She’d see about her car in the morning. Call the office, explain that she wouldn’t be in for a few days. Her boss wouldn’t like that, not with the Waterburn project nearing completion. Well, she couldn’t make any decisions until she saw how Rachel was.

    Frustration edged along her nerves as she crossed to the window to pull down the shade, not wanting to wake with the sun. This crazy scheme to turn the mansion into a bed-and-breakfast had been Rachel’s idea, no doubt. She hadn’t really settled to anything since culinary school, always moving from job to job.

    Grams should have talked some sense into her, instead of going along with the idea. At this time in her life, Grams deserved a quiet, peaceful retirement. And Rachel should be finding a job that had some security to it.

    Andrea didn’t like risky gambles. Maybe that was what made her such a good financial manager. Financial security came first, and then other things could line up behind it. If she’d learned anything from those chaotic years when her mother had dragged them around the country, constantly looking for something to make her happy, it was that.

    She stood for a moment, peering out. From this window she looked over the roof of the sunroom, added on to the back of the house overlooking the gardens when Grams had come to the Unger mansion as a bride. There was the pond, a little gleam of light striking the water, and the gazebo. Other shadowy shapes were various outbuildings. Behind them loomed the massive bulk of the old barn that had predated even the house. Off to the right, toward the neighboring farm, was the new barn, dating back to the 1920s.

    It was dark now, with Cal presumably asleep in the tack room apartment. Well, he was another thing to worry about tomorrow. She lowered the shade with a decisive snap and went to crawl into bed.

    Her eyes closed. She was tired, so tired. She’d sleep, and deal with all of it in the morning.

    Something creaked overhead—once, then again. She stiffened, imagining a stealthy footstep in the connecting attics that stretched over the wings of the house. She strained to listen, clutching the sheet against her, but the sound wasn’t repeated.

    Old houses make noises, she reminded herself. Particularly her grandmother’s, if her childhood memories were any indicator. She was overreacting. That faint, scratching sound was probably a mouse, safely distant from her. Tired muscles relaxed into the soft bed, and exhaustion swept over her.

    She plummeted into sleep, as if she had dived into a deep, deep pool.

    * * *

    Andrea stepped out onto the patio from the breakfast room, Barney nosing out behind her and then running off toward the pond, intent on his own pursuits. A positive call from the hospital had lifted a weight from her shoulders and she felt able to deal with other things. She paused to look around and take a deep breath of country air.

    Not such pleasant country air, she quickly discovered. Eli Zook must be spreading manure on his acreage, which met the Unger property on two sides. How were the city tourists Rachel expected to have as guests going to like that? Maybe they’d be pleased at the smell of a genuine Amish farm.

    They’d have to admire the view from the breakfast room. The flagstone patio had stood the years well, and now it was brightened by pots overflowing with pansies and ageratum. The wide flower bed dazzled with peonies and daylilies. She had knelt there next to Grams, learning to tell a weed from a flower.

    Moving a little stiffly, thanks to her

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