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  COURTING GRACE

  Mark led her to the barn, hidden out of sight from her haus, set the lantern on a tree stump, and put his arms around her.

  Her heart raced and her knees weakened. Not sure what to do, she placed her hands on Mark’s shoulders.

  Gently, he raised her chin and leaned close to her face. He rested his forehead on hers and hugged her closer. “My heart is about to jump out of my chest.”

  “I can hardly speak,” she said. “I don’t want our time together tonight to end.”

  He’d said what she wanted to hear, and she had no doubt he meant it. Words she hadn’t expected to hear from a man. Not with her ugly birthmark marring her face. But Mark had looked past her flaw and taken the time to find out what was on the inside....

  Books by Molly Jebber

  CHANGE OF HEART

  GRACE’S FORGIVENESS

  Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

  Grace’s Forgiveness

  MOLLY JEBBER

  ZEBRA BOOKS

  KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

  http://www.kensingtonbooks.com

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  Table of Contents

  COURTING GRACE

  Books by Molly Jebber

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments and Thank You to

  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

  Pennsylvania Dutch/German Glossary

  Teaser chapter

  Copyright Page

  To Ed,

  my soulmate,

  loving husband,

  and partner.

  My friends call you “Mr. Wonderful,”

  and I agree!

  Thank you for your unwavering love and support.

  To Misty,

  my precious and beautiful daughter.

  I’m so thankful for you and love you so much.

  You continue to bless my life and amaze me with what

  you’re doing with yours.

  Acknowledgments and Thank You to

  Dawn Dowdle, agent, and John Scognamiglio, editor-in-chief, and Jane Nutter, publicist, for their kindness and support. To my elegant and wonderful mother, Sue Morris; Mitchell Morris, brother and trusted and close friend; and Jebbers and Melnicks for their love and encouragement.

  Lee Granza, Debbie Bugezia, Elaine Saltsgaver, Patty Campbell, Diana Welker, Melanie Fogel, Donna Snyder, Southwest Florida Romance Writers, Southbridge, church, and Florida and Ohio friends—you know who you are and how much you mean to me.

  Chapter One

  Berlin, Ohio, 1900

  Grace Blauch pushed the door open to Grace and Sarah’s Dry Goods Shop on Wednesday morning and shut it against the August heat behind her. Who was the attractive Amish man laughing with Sarah? No beard. He’s unwed. He towered over her friend and partner’s petite frame. She dropped her birthing supply bag on the hardwood floor. “I’m sorry I’m late. If Mamm hadn’t dropped a pan in the kitchen and woke me, I’d have been even later.”

  Sarah Helmuth waved her over. “Don’t apologize. I’m pleased you’re here. Meet Mark King.” She hooked her arm through Grace’s and grinned. “This is my friend and partner, Grace Blauch.”

  Smiling, hat in hand, he bowed slightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  Her heart raced. Most strangers turned away from her face the first time she met them, but Mark gazed into her eyes. He didn’t stare at the red apple-sized birthmark on her left cheek. What a refreshing change. “Wilkom to Berlin.”

  He had a small thin jagged line under his right eye. The scar added character to his handsome face. What was the story behind it? She liked his thick, dark wavy hair, straight white teeth, structured jawline, and broad shoulders. He held his tall black hat, without a speck of dust on it, by his side. Dressed in a crisp white shirt, black pants, and suspenders, he had a neat appearance. “If you’ll pass me your hat, I’ll hang it up for you.” She hung his hat on the knotty maple rack.

  Sarah pushed a stray curly blond hair into her white kapp. “Mark moved to Berlin from Lancaster, Pennsylvania, on Monday. Levi went over briefly and introduced himself to Mark.” She separated from Grace and leaned against the counter. “The Stoltzfuses sold him their place not far from us. Mr. Stoltzfus wrote and asked Levi to plant his hay and garden in May. Levi asked some of his friends to help him, and they have been taking care of it.”

  Sarah tossed a loose thread on the counter in the trash bin. “Mr. Stoltzfus didn’t write in his letter to Levi whether he planned to return to Berlin or sell his property. He’d gone to Lancaster to help his bruder, who was ill back in February. He sold off his livestock before he left. We were surprised to learn from Mark that Mr. Stoltzfus and his fraa died just days before Mark left to kumme here.”

  Grace pressed a hand to her mouth. “I’m sorry to hear this. I had met them, but I didn’t know them well.”

  “It’s understandable. Their time in Berlin was short.”

  Mark gazed into her eyes. “Mr. Stoltzfus’s bruder died and left his haus to them. They had planned on moving back to Berlin, but they had grown to like Lancaster better.”

  Sarah retied her loose apron strings. “Mark visited Levi and me before supper last night. He invited us to his haus and showed us Mr. Stoltzfus’s, now his, workshop on his property, where he handcrafts his things.” She bounced on her toes. “Levi liked the oak shelves Mark built. My husband wasted no time offering to buy them for here, but Mark insisted on giving them to us.”

  Grace pointed to overstacked quilts on a table. “That’s wonderful. We need them.”

  “Mark has offered to hang them, and I accepted. No telling when Levi would ever have built them for us. No doubt he means well, but he puts work such as this off.”

  Mark King will be hanging the shelves in our shop. She’d get to speak to him again. What good news. “We appreciate your help.”

  “If you don’t mind, I’d like to hang the shelves tomorrow.”

  “Grace opens early most days, and I kumme in a little later. She doesn’t have a husband to cook breakfast for yet. Today we switched to give her a break. You can schedule a time with her to start work.” Sarah winked at Grace.

  Grace’s cheeks heated. Sarah’s attempt to play matchmaker was far too obvious. She glimpsed at Mark. His face had reddened, but his grin remained. His reaction couldn’t have been any better.

  He coughed and covered his mouth. “Miss Blauch, what time would you like me to start working tomorrow?”

  “Please call me Grace. Is eight all right?”

  “Eight is good.” He met her eyes. “Please call me Mark.” He retrieved his hat. “Have a nice day.” He grinned at her then departed.

  Her heart pounded. His smile, the sparkle in his eyes, and his strong but kind voice lingered in her mind. She couldn’t wait to learn more about him if Sarah hadn’t scared him away with her obvious matchmaking. Grace lowered her chin and crossed her arms. “You embarrassed me when you said I didn’t have a husband.”

  Sarah gently tapped Grace’s nose. “I didn’t exist after you walked in the room. Mark King is smitten with you.” She chuckled. “I’ll not apologize. His face brightened when I told him. You’re glad I blurted it out. Admit it.”

  Grace’s face softened. “He
met my eyes while talking to me instead of staring at my cheek like most people I meet. His reaction was refreshing.”

  “Since he’ll be working in the shop, you’ll have a chance to learn more about him.”

  “What have you found out about him?”

  “Two years ago, a stagecoach hit his parents’ buggy and they didn’t survive.” She leaned against the maple table. “I asked if he had siblings, and he said not anymore. You came in before I could find out what he meant.”

  Grace moved to the small wood-burning stove in the corner, opened the door, and found logs inside. She added crumbled paper and a small amount of kindling, lit a match, grasped the poker, and coaxed the fire to take hold. “Maybe his bruder or schweschder died and the subject is too painful to discuss. You said he visited you and Levi. What did Levi have to say about him?”

  “Levi likes him. They talked about carpentry, farming, and fishing for over an hour.”

  Two Englischers entered. The tall elegant woman wore a fitted red and blue dress, showing off her long, slender legs. The short round woman with full cheeks had on a too-tight yellow dress. She scurried to catch up with her long-legged friend.

  Grace faced them. “Wilkom. How may I help you today?”

  The two women narrowed their eyes, frowned, and grimaced. “We came in to browse.”

  She held a hand to her face. Would she ever remain unaffected by strangers’ stares? “Take your time. I’ll help you with whatever you need.”

  The taller woman raised her eyebrows and leaned close to her friend. “Did you notice the poor girl’s birthmark?”

  “Yes. The discoloration is hard to miss. What a pity.”

  The women should have kept their voices down. Her birthmark hadn’t damaged her ability to hear. Grace hurried to the back room but kept the door open to view the patrons.

  Sarah followed. “Don’t let those customers’ comments upset you.”

  Her friend meant well, but Sarah had flawless skin. She had no idea what it was like to have strangers wince and stare at her. “I am working on it, but it’s difficult.”

  Sarah put her hands on Grace’s shoulders. “God gave you pretty brown hair, deep brown eyes, a petite nose, and a tall thin frame. I’m certain many women would love to have any one of those features. You possess them all.”

  She shouldn’t complain. God had blessed her with a healthy body. She straightened her shoulders and smoothed her white apron. “I agree. I shouldn’t let their remarks bother me.” She threw back her shoulders. “I’ll assist the women while you check our supplies.”

  The tall woman fingered the green and brown friendship quilt hanging on the wall. She patted the pocket. “What’s this for?”

  “You write a heartfelt letter to the person you’re giving the quilt to and tuck it inside the pocket. We call them keepsake pocket quilts.”

  The short woman with curly brown hair held a white eyelet one. “I want this one for my daughter. Who came up with this wonderful idea?”

  “Becca Carrington and her schweschder, Ruth Kelly, sell them in their shop in Massillon, Ohio. The schweschders suggested we and several women in our community stitch the keepsake pocket quilts and sell them here.”

  The taller woman beamed. “I love the idea. I must tell my friends to shop here when they visit Berlin.”

  Sliding back the curtain under the pinewood table used for checking out customers, Grace removed the dented gray metal cashbox hidden underneath the counter.

  Both women unclasped their reticules and paid Grace for their selections.

  “Danki.” She dropped the coins in their proper spots, closed the box, and recorded the sale in the journal. She and Sarah would have extra money to pay Mark for building the shelves, without taking it out of the money they’d planned to use for buying new fabric. “I hope you’ll have a chance to visit us again. Have a safe trip.” She stowed the cashbox underneath the counter. She’d never tire of recording a sale.

  Grace joined Sarah in the supply room at the back of the store. “With the two quilts off the walls, we have the perfect spot for Mark to build the shelves.” She yanked a sheet and white blanket from the top of an old oak chest and put them on a cot. “The shelves will allow us to display more of our products, and we won’t have to store as much of them back here.”

  Sarah sighed. “I appreciate you managing the shop with me in addition to helping women birth their bopplin. I wouldn’t want to manage this place alone. I could never be a midwife. I can’t stand the sight of blood.” Sarah frowned and crossed her arms. “Something you said earlier bothered me.”

  Grace paused and raised her eyebrows. “What did I say to upset you?”

  “You shouldn’t tell our patrons Becca and her schweschder gave you the idea to sell the quilts in our shop. We have no need to communicate with her. If Bishop Weaver finds out, we’ll be chastised. You are to shun Becca and Ruth for joining the church then leaving our Amish community.” She heaved a big sigh. “Enough said on the matter. We don’t need to discuss it any further.”

  Grace opened her mouth to speak but shut it. Becca was her dear friend. She missed her. Shunning Becca hurt her worse than customers making rude comments about her birthmark. Her friend had no problem adhering to Amish law when it came to Becca. Sarah hadn’t experienced losing a best friend to the outside world.

  “I understand your concern. I won’t mention to patrons again that Becca and Ruth gave us the idea to sell the keepsake pocket quilts.”

  “Like I said, we can put this behind us.” Sarah nudged Grace’s arm. “I’m more interested in talking about Mark. Are you excited he’ll be working here?”

  Grace clasped her hands. Of course she was, but she didn’t want to dwell on him. New in town, it wouldn’t be long before other available women would find him handsome too. “I am, but I don’t want to get my hopes up.” Grace moved to the stove. She touched the small pan on top and withdrew her hand back. The coffee was hot. Mark came in. She turned in surprise.

  He strode over to her and removed his hat. “Did I leave a paper marked with shelf measurements here?”

  She searched behind the desk, bent, and snatched a note from the floor and held it up. He had a striking, suntanned face. “Is this what you’re looking for?” She passed the note to him.

  He scanned it. “Danki. Now I don’t have to measure the walls again.”

  Sarah grabbed her small, plain reticule. “Mark, I apologize for not offering you anything to drink earlier this morning. Please stay and have a cup of hot coffee with Grace. I’m going to the General Store. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  “No need to apologize.”

  “I appreciate your understanding, but really, don’t rush off. Customers may kumme in and interrupt, but I’d like for you and Grace to get better acquainted.” She winked at Grace, tied her kapp strings, and departed.

  Grace loved her friend, but she could be too direct at times. Putting the embarrassing moment out of her mind, she shrugged her shoulder to the small pan. “Would you like coffee? I brought some from home and it’s on the stove and ready to drink.”

  “Jah, danki.”

  This man affected her like no other. She couldn’t explain it. Grace poured the coffee and passed a mug to him.

  The mug slipped through his hands. Bang. Splat. Pieces of glass slid across the floor. He blushed. “I’m as clumsy as an oaf. I’m sorry about the mess.” Mark bent to pick up a shard of glass and cut his hand. “Ouch!” He jerked his hand back. Blood dripped onto his shoe. “You’ll never invite me again if I keep dropping things and bleeding all over your floor.”

  She waved a dismissive hand. “You’re wilkom here anytime. Accidents happen. Are you all right?” She grabbed a clean towel and threw it to him. “Wrap your hand. I’ll be back in a minute.” She ran to a porcelain pitcher filled with water in the back, wet a towel, grabbed two dry ones, and picked up her medical supply bag by the front door. Next to him, she stooped, threw open her bag, and dug out
what she needed and tended to his hand. I like his large, strong, calloused hands. He must be a hard worker. “You don’t need stitches and the bleeding has stopped. You may take the bandage off in a day or so.”

  “Are you a nurse and a shop owner?”

  “I’m a midwife. My daed and Sarah’s husband, Levi, bought the shop and gave it to her and me to manage. It adds extra income to both our families to tide us over, especially in the winter months.”

  Grace grabbed the soiled cloths, stuffed them in an empty flour sack from under the shelf, and dropped them out of sight behind the counter. “I’ll pour you another mug of coffee.”

  “I’d like another one. Danki.” He grabbed a broom and dustpan propped against the wall behind the counter, swept up the broken pieces, and threw them in the trash bin. He returned the broom and dustpan to their original spot then snatched towels to wipe up the remaining liquid and added the soiled cloths the bag Grace had dropped rags in.

  Grace poured steaming coffee in Mark’s mug. She then scanned the floor where the glass had been. “You didn’t have to clean up the mess, but I appreciate it.”

  “Glad to do it. My mamm taught me well.” He pointed to her middle door. “We’ll be neighbors. I bought the empty space next door after I left your shop this morning. We’ll have a connecting door between our shops, making it easier for us to visit. I didn’t tell Levi or Sarah. I didn’t want to say anything about it to anyone until I was certain the previous owner and I could agree on a price. I’ll open my store a week from Saturday.”

  What wonderful news. This day kept getting better. “Congratulations.” She slid her hands in her white apron pockets. “Did you have a store in Lancaster?”

  “No. I built homes. In the evenings I constructed tables, chairs, and bread and potato boxes out of oak and maple. I carved miniature toy bears and other animals out of pine. I wanted to have a sampling of different items to sell before I opened my shop. I had hired a man to manage my farm so I’d have more time to construct my things. I’m thankful my worker found another job before I left.”