âNell, I miss you.â James gazed at her warmly.
âJames, we canât do this. I canât do this.â
âWhat exactly is this?â he asked quietly. âThe fact that we like each other but shouldnât?â
âJa, we shouldnât,â she said and started to turn away.
He captured her arm. âNell, Iâm sorry. I know I have no right to ask anything of you, but please...consider us being friends if we canât be anything more.â
âI donât know if I can,â she whispered.
âWhy not?â
She nodded. ââTis too risky. I want more but it will never happen. So Iâm sorry, James, but we canât be friends. Ever.â Nell turned back to the buggy and climbed in.
Her eyes slid over him as they drove away. She was a fool for loving him, but she couldnât help herself. Her resolve hardenedâshe needed to find an Amish husband and soon, so that she could forget that the price to pay for following her heart could be detrimental to her future.
Chapter One
Lancaster County, Pennsylvania
Nell Stoltzfus opened the door to Pierce Veterinary Clinic and gaped as she stepped inside. Pandemonium reigned in the crowded waiting room. Dogs growled and barked as they strained at their leashes. Some owners spoke sharply while others murmured soothingly as they struggled to control their pets.
A cat in a carrier situated on a womanâs lap meowed loudly in angry protest of the ear-splitting canine activity. An Amish man sat in the corner of the room with a she-goat. The animal bent her head as she tried to eat a magazine in the rack on the floor near the manâs feet. The goat was haltered, and her owner tugged up on the rope lead to keep her from chewing on the glossy pages. The animal bleated loudly as she stubbornly fought to eat.
The goatâs noisy discontent joined in the cacophony of human and animal sounds as the unfamiliar Amish man glanced at Nell briefly before returning his attention to his goat.
She searched the room and frowned. Every available seat was taken. There was no sign of Michelle, Dr. Pierceâs receptionist, whose job it was to check in patients and, on occasion, bring them into the exam rooms when the veterinary assistant, Janie, was busy.
Nell narrowed her gaze, assessing. On most days, there were usually two or three people in the waiting room. At least, every time sheâd brought her dog, Jonas, in, there had been only a few people with their pets waiting.
During her first visit to Pierce Veterinary Clinic, just shy of a month after it opened, sheâd sought medical help for Jonas after he was cruelly tossed out of a moving car. The visit had been a memorable one.
Sheâd met Dr. James Pierce, whoâd refused to charge her for taking care of Jonas, requesting instead that she spread word of his clinic to anyone who might benefit from his services. And heâd startled her by offering her a temporary job as his assistant, based on her ability to calm her injured rescue dog who had lain trustingly in her arms.
âYou have a natural affinity with animals, Nell,â heâd told her during her first visit. During her second and last visit to the clinic, sheâd declined but thanked him for his offer, even though she would have liked nothing more than to have the opportunity to learn more about caring for animals since it was her dream to minister to those within her Amish community. But her strong attraction to Dr. Pierce made it wise to keep her distance from him.