The feeling was completely ridiculous, of course. This date had been Connor’s idea—he wouldn’t have forgotten. But she still felt nervous and on edge. Connor was the first man since John Weaver she’d felt any attraction to. She was learning her love life was definitely in God’s hands. She never would have chosen an Amish man or a sheriff’s deputy. She would have looked for someone a little more like herself—someone who enjoyed being around people, but was a little bookish, too. Someone who had a fairly quiet life—not one involving crime and danger. The fact was, she liked the quiet. She liked feeling calm and safe and in control. She really didn’t like how she’d been feeling lately. Ever since the incident, she hadn’t been able to shake the sudden batch of nerves that now consumed her whenever she considered walking outside after dark. Where before, she’d thought nothing of running down the street to the deli before heading home, now she felt her palms get damp simply walking out to her Honda in the back parking lot.
