The Amish Christmas Matchmaker

Vannetta

Delight thyself also in the Lord:

and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.

—Psalm 37:4

Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.

There is none other commandment greater.

—Mark 12:31

This book is dedicated to Bob, my very own cowboy.

Contents

Cover (#u6cfb8f37-c716-5e00-a30f-f342914be082)

Back Cover Text (#uf8671537-8291-521b-95e3-5b16bdfebcd4)

About the Author (#u1501d039-a8eb-5030-8861-ef6fc6391726)

Booklist (#u3484a0e2-274d-5a1a-9864-e454e49bec5f)

Title Page (#u50ff882b-984d-5f23-b966-f4fb3d32fc84)

Copyright (#u4782147d-004e-5d30-b821-ac424d0a96b1)

Note to Readers

Introduction (#u73e41e17-c78a-5510-9ff2-c2bf9a6e67c6)

Dear Reader (#uc942fcda-38cd-54c7-af04-42bd238f6131)

Bible Verse (#u7d33b432-5058-5b7f-b1af-2527683650b3)

Dedication (#ude9893c8-47de-5d1b-ab11-c93fc63f676b)

Chapter One (#u0a388920-ca71-5bcb-a8f8-c8b8231fd279)

Chapter Two (#u79243791-e23a-5a68-bc51-282134e19a03)

Chapter Three (#u1a63a8ca-2674-59e1-98bb-4bfc15af8741)

Chapter Four (#u258c1399-cb08-575e-90d4-75771808e9f0)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#u2fe8c5c2-ef56-5ce4-8c52-e4235d894fbe)

Annie Kauffmann thought she’d just experienced a perfect day—business had gone well, the fall weather was exquisite and each member of her family was happy and healthy. She leaned her bicycle against the tree in the front yard and ran up the porch steps. Her mother was sitting in a rocker, knitting a baby blanket for her next grandchild. She had twelve and counting. If her mother was sitting, she was knitting—blankets, sweaters, caps and mittens.

“Gut day?” she asked.

“Ya.” Annie sank into a rocker, smoothing her apron over her dress and sinking back with a sigh. “I confirmed two more weddings.”

“Your catering business is growing.”

“It is. The gut thing about these is one is for December...”

“Not many winter weddings, so you must be speaking of Widow Schwartz.”

“The same. The other is for later this month.”

“You had an opening this month?”

“Ya, since you know... Jesse’s was cancelled.”

“Real shame that Emma changed her mind. I believe she’ll regret that.”

“Maybe not though, Mamm. Maybe not.”

Annie was suddenly aware of voices in the house—her father and another man. She peeked out over the porch railing, wondering whose buggy she had missed, but there wasn’t one there.