Rachel looked at him, wondering what was up. “I should make an appearance at the Amish feast.” “Not the cafeteria. I need to speak to you alone.” There was no hint of a smile. She took in her surroundings; there were still plenty of people milling around, but many were heading for the warmth and good food of the cafeteria, where Amish women would be serving typical Amish fare family style at long tables. “It’s a little cold to stand here.” “My car.” He nodded in the direction of the parking lot. She didn’t know that she’d ever heard him use this tone with her before. “What’s wrong?” “I don’t think you want an audience.” She followed him across the parking lot to his SUV. He opened the passenger’s door for her, and she climbed in. She wondered if he’d found out she went to Billingsly’s Saturday night. Had Mrs. Abbott realized it hadn’t been a snowman she’d seen at Billingsly’s door but rather an innkeeper in a white parka? Rachel knew she should have told Evan.
