The Amish Widow (Amish Romance Mystery) (Amish Secret Widows' Society Book 1) by Samantha Price Page B

had left her; all she had to do was heat it up. “ Denke , that would be gut .” She decided to accept his invitation, that way she wouldn’t have to heat up food or clean the dishes afterwards.
    “Come over whenever you’re ready.”
    Emma noticed some wood he was working with. “What have you got there?”
    “I’m working on a new invention. It’s a new plough.”
    “I’ll see you soon then.” Emma smiled and moved her horse on toward home. Wil was always working on some new gadget or other. She knew better than to ask too many questions; he got rather enthused when he had a project and she wanted to get home before dark rather than listened to a long tale about the new plough.
    After dinner that night they sat on Wil’s porch.
    “What’s the matter with you lately, you seem so worried? Is everything all right?” Wil asked her.
    “Levi’s just died; I’m allowed to grieve, aren’t I?” Emma fiddled with the strings of her prayer kapp.
    Wil pushed his fingers through his dark hair. “I’m sorry, of course you’re allowed to. I just meant that, you seem to be worried about something else. Am I right?”
    “I’m a bit worried about the farm. I’ll have to find someone else to lease it, I suppose.”
    “Well, of course you’ll find someone else to lease it. There’s a handful of men I can think of who’d most likely lease it from you. The Amish are always looking for farmland, you know that.”
    Emma nodded.
    “Anything else?”
    Emma looked up across the darkness of the fields in front of her. “I’m worried about who murdered Henry Pluver.”
    “Emma, you can’t spend the rest of your days worrying about things.”
    Emma looked into Wil’s eyes. He never seemed bothered by much at all. If he had any advice for her, she would like to hear it. “How can I spend the rest of my days, Wil?”
    “Spend them with me, as my fraa .”
    Emma laughed a little and put her fingertips to her mouth to stifle her laughs.
    “I’m serious, Emma. I want to look after you and protect you from harm.”
    Emma did not know if he loved her or just wanted to look after her. She would not marry again, unless it was for love. “ Denke for your offer, Wil.”
    What followed between the two of them was an awkward silence. Emma considered it best to go home. Wil walked her the five minutes to her haus.
    As Emma lay in bed that night, she considered Wil’s offer. What was to become of her all alone? Sure, Maureen and Silvie were young and alone, but were they happy? What better mann would there be for her in the whole community than Wil? Maybe she should seriously consider his offer, even if he was not in love with her. She could see herself falling for him, but did he feel the same? If he were in love with her surely he would have said as much.
    Emma closed her eyes. She felt she’d been on a very fast horse for a very long time and she wanted to get off and just have a normal quiet life without worrying about who killed Pluver and why.
    When Emma woke up the next morning she decided to pay Mr. Weeks a visit at his work before she met with the widows at Elsa-May and Ettie’s haus.
    She knew that he worked out of a van at one of his construction sites. The van had been converted into a high-tech office.
    She had the taxi drive her straight to the site. The site was deserted except for Mr. Weeks’ car parked near his office. She walked to the van and knocked on the door.
    Mr. Weeks pushed the door open. “Mrs. Kurtzler, come inside.”
    “Hello, Mr. Weeks. I hope you don’t mind me calling in on you unexpectedly.”
    Mr. Weeks shuffled the papers that were on his desk into a drawer. “Not at all. What can I do for you? Have you come to find out about the insurance claim?”
    “Well, not really. I came to find out about your daughter.”
    Mr. Weeks sat down in his chair and motioned for Emma to sit in the other chair. “What about my daughter?”
    “Is Liza Weeks your daughter?”
    “Yes, she