A Family In Need
A reclusive Amish logger, Ethan Gingerich is more comfortable around his draft horses than the orphaned niece and nephews heâs taken in. Yet heâs determined to provide the children with a good, loving home. The little ones, including a defiant eight-year-old, need a proper nanny. But when Ethan hires shy Amishwoman Clara Barkman, he never expects her temporary position to have such a lasting hold on all of them. Now this man of few words must convince Clara sheâs found her forever home and family.
Brides of Amish Country: Finding true love in the land of the Plain People.
âItâs been a good week for me, Clara,â Ethan said.
Clara blushed. âFor me, too.â
âIf I had known how much easier my life would be with a nanny I would have hired one weeks ago.â
A nanny. Any nanny. Not specially Clara Barkman. She couldnât suppress the small twinge his words caused, but she quickly told herself it didnât matter. She wasnât seeking praise. He was right. Another woman could have done the job as well as she. It was prideful to think otherwise. If she was hired as the new teacher, another woman would take her place with this family.
No one mentioned that Clara might become too attached to the family. She needed to keep her emotions in check. She was the nanny, nothing more.
âIs everything all right, Clara?â Ethan was watching her closely.
âOf course,â she managed to say.
Ethan was slowly finding his way to becoming a parent, and she was glad for him. He would be a good father if he just gave himself a chance. He needed someone to believe in him.
Chapter One
Ethan Gingerich led his draft horses out of their stalls and started to slide open the large door of his barn, but he stopped when he saw two irate women standing just outside. At second glance, only the one gripping his nephew Micahâs collar looked irate. It was Faith Lapp, his neighborâs wife. He didnât recognize the pretty young woman standing behind Faith. She looked scared. Her bright blue eyes were wide with apprehension.
Faith pointed to the child in her grasp. âEthan Gingerich, do you know what your boy has done?â
Heâd never seen the mild-mannered woman with such fire in her eyes. And what was that horrible smell? It seemed to be coming from his nephew. âI reckon Iâd be the one holding him by the collar if I knew. What did you do this time, sohn?â
Micah glared at him. âIâm not your son.â
âThatâs neither here nor there. You did something to upset Mrs. Lapp. What was it?â
Micah looked down at his bare toes. âNothing.â
Faith let go of his shirt and gestured toward the woman standing with her. âThis is my friend Clara Barkman. Clara saw him jump out of a tree onto one of my alpacas.â
Ethan flinched. Heâd heard stories about the way Faith Lapp valued her strange animals. She treated them almost like family. How much would an alpaca cost if he had to replace one? He could barely afford to feed the family and his horses as it was. He hadnât been able to go logging in weeks. Not since his brotherâs children had come to live with him over a month ago. No cut timber to sell meant zero income.
Micah raked his bare toes through the dirt. âI just wanted to ride one. I didnât mean any harm.â
Faith scowled at him. âTheyâre very delicate animals. They canât carry a rider bigger than a two-year-old. Had you asked permission to ride one of them, I would have told you that. You could have seriously injured Myrtle.â
âOr you might have been injured yourself,â Clara added in a small voice.
He liked that she was thinking of the child. The recent deaths of his brother and sister-in-law had left him in charge of their three small children. He gazed at Micahâs belligerent face. They were still finding their way with each other. Micah was having a much harder time than his younger brother and sister.
The boy was only eight, but he wasnât too young to learn responsibility and respect. âMicah will work off any damages that are owed, Mrs. Lapp. Go up to the house, boy. Weâll talk about this later.â