The Amish Heart Of Ice Mountain (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
“It doesn’t matter what he said,” she whispered. “Why?” “Because he’s said it all before . . . I—I try not to listen.” There, that was an admission I shouldn’t have made to him. It does no gut to appear weak as water when he’s sworn never to touch me. . . . But suddenly, he stooped down next to her chair and her breath caught in her throat. She half-turned to look at his handsome profile, made more intriguing by the black eye patch against his sun-drenched hair. “I promised not to touch you,” he whispered. “I know.” “And I won’t.” His voice was tight, and something in her responded with heat low in her belly. She nodded, confused by his nearness, the sunshine and male scent of him—earthy but like the mountains. He drew closer to her, facing her fully. “I won’t touch you with my hands, Sarah, or with my body. But I never said my breath or my words were off limits, did I?” “Ne—nee,” she stuttered. “Gut . . . because I want to say things to you to make you forget your fater’s words.
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