A Wedding at the Orange Blossom Inn (12 page)

W
ell, that was horrible,” Tricia said after she and Ben said good-bye to his father and started walking toward the inn so she could change. “I think it was truly the worst lunch in the history of all after-church lunches.”

“It wasn't that bad.” When he caught sight of her incredulous look, he laughed. “Okay, it actually
was
that bad. And to think it all started with William giving Frankie a pickle.”

“I'm starting to think that Frankie had the best time of anyone.”

He chuckled again. “He was the only one who didn't seem out of sorts.” After a pause, he said, “I didn't grow up around girls, but I would have thought that the three of them would have gotten along a lot better.”

“I must say I'm kind of surprised myself. Every other time I've been around Mrs. Keim and her daughters I thought they were the most well-behaved siblings in Sarasota.”

“I guess everyone can have an off day, hmm?”

Tricia looked up at him and felt herself warm. She loved how he took things in stride. He seemed to be a perfect foil to her constant emotional state. No matter how hard she tried to conceal her emotions, she always seemed to wear her heart on her sleeve. “When you put it that way, I have to agree.
Jah
, everyone can have an off day.”

She also liked how he seemed to embrace life's imperfections easily. It made her realize that he wasn't expecting her to always be at her best. That thought kept her warm during their walk to the Orange Blossom Inn, where he waited for her on the front stoop while she ran inside and changed her dress.

When she reappeared dressed in a light rose-colored dress and matching flipflops and feeling much better, he smiled. “You look pretty.”

“
Danke
. At least it's clean,” she said as they started their walk.

“It's more than that.”

His sweet words made her smile as they walked down Bahia Vista toward the center of town.

“Is there someplace special where you'd like to go?” Ben asked fifteen minutes later when they reached the sign for Pinecraft Park. “We could go to the park, walk around the shops, even go to Olaf's and get ice cream.”

“I'll do whatever you would like.” It was the truth, too. She was simply happy to be by his side.

“
Nee
, Tricia. I asked you what you wanted to do,” he said gently.

“I just want to sit alone with you.” She thought that sounded like the best thing in the world. Every day she counted the hours until they got to see each other and then, they were always in
the company of his siblings or Beverly or their friends. Though it might make her seem selfish, she wasn't ready to share him with the rest of the world just yet.

“You mean that you want the two of us to have a real conversation without my little brothers eavesdropping?”

“Maybe. Or my aunt commenting on my behavior.” Thinking about how much Beverly's rather personal comments had bothered her, Tricia felt sad all over again. She knew Beverly thought Tricia was being silly, and maybe she was. But her bold comment about Ben and Tricia having children when Ben hadn't even said anything about marriage had truly embarrassed her. It was the cherry topping to a series of cautionary conversations that had grown increasingly difficult to be a part of.

Tricia had come to Sarasota in the hopes of being around a family member who understood her. Or who at least wanted to try to see her point of view on things. But it seemed that Beverly had just as many notions about how she should behave as her parents ever did.

Ben pointed to an area of benches just beyond the park near the Phillipi River. “There's some shade down there. How about we sit there?”

The area was quiet and picturesque. Mossy trees hung over the river, and the wooden benches were spread far enough apart that it was possible to have a private conversation even if every bench was occupied. “I think that would be perfect.”

Ben reached for her hand as they walked down the slight hill that was covered with soft grass. The closer they got to the river, the stronger the scent of water and the many flowers and shrubs that grew along the banks became.

“Do you come here a lot?” he asked once they got settled next to each other.

“I've never been here.”

“I'm surprised. You like peaceful places.”

Tricia smiled. She did like peaceful places, but what she really liked were peaceful places by Ben's side. “I'm glad we're here now,” she said simply.

Though she'd tried to hide it, he caught the note of melancholy in her voice. “Are you still fretting about what your aunt said?”

“Nee.”
She swallowed, hating to fib. “I mean, maybe.” She shrugged. “Okay,
jah
.”

“What made you upset?”

She turned her head so she could see his face. He was tan now, his blond hair a little lighter. His blue eyes, of course, were exactly the same: light blue, framed by a dark blue ring and filled with as much compassion and sincerity as the first time they'd met.

“Everything. I didn't like her bringing up a topic that should be a private conversation between the two of us. I was mortified,” she admitted. “Her insinuation that I was exaggerating how close we've become . . .” Just as soon as she spoke those words she was embarrassed. She didn't want him to know just how worried she was that he, too, thought that she'd embellished his feelings for her.

“You didn't exaggerate anything, Tricia,” he said as he reached for her hand. “For what it's worth, I don't think she was trying to be mean, she simply loves you.”

“Has your father warned you off?”

He chuckled as he squeezed her hand.
“Nee.”

“What's so funny?”

“Nothing, except that, well, my father knows better than to start trying to warn me off of you. He knows I've fallen in love.”

It took everything she had to close her mouth. “You have?”

“Uh-huh.” He raised her hand with his and rubbed it along his cheek. “Don't worry, Tricia. I don't expect you to feel the same way.”

“You don't understand. I've fallen in love with you, too,” she blurted. “I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid it might scare you away!”

“I'm not scared.” He smiled as he pressed her knuckles to his lips. “I'm mighty relieved, Tricia. I would hate to think I was the only one who felt this way.” After he kissed her knuckles again, he released her hand.

Tricia couldn't believe it. Ben made falling in love seem so effortless and easy, as if he had no doubts about their future or his feelings for her. She wanted to feel the same way but her experiences made her not quite as trusting. “Do you ever wonder what will happen next?”

“Between us?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Jah.”

“
Nee
, I don't wonder at all,” he murmured as he looked at the river flowing in front of them, the current lapping along the shore. “I have a plan, you see.”

There was no way he was going to keep that a secret! “What is it?” she asked, hating that her voice sounded as breathless as a child's.

“Well, after I confess my love for you . . . And after you realize that you love me, too . . .”

Her pulse began to race. “Yes?”

“And then, when the time is right . . .”

“Yes?” She knew she was starting to sound like one of Emma's little girls. But honestly, she was feeling so anxious. And excited. And almost sick to her stomach.

He turned to face her again. “I'll ask you to marry me.”

She gulped. “And then?” she said softly.

Lines of humor fanned out from the corners of his eyes. “You tell me, Tricia. What will you say when I summon the courage to ask you to marry me?”

Ask you to marry me?
She could hardly believe she'd just heard him say that. She felt like she'd jumped in the river and was floating along with the current, unable to stop. “I'd say yes.”

All traces of amusement vanished. “Will you marry me, Tricia?”

His voice was solid and sure, without a drop of indecision or worry, making her realize that they were certainly not speaking in abstract terms anymore. He was completely serious.

So she answered in kind. “I will.”

“You sure?” He stared at her intently. “Marriage is for a lifetime, you know.”

“Ben Hilty, I have never been more sure about anything in my entire life.”

He grinned broadly, and while she was still trying to come to grips with what had just happened—and what she'd just said—Ben folded her in his arms and hugged her. “You've made me mighty happy, Tricia.”

For a few, brief seconds, Tricia contemplated asking him to slow down, thought about reminding him that they had known each other only a short time.

But that moment passed as quickly as it had come. Because one thing was for sure and for certain: Only a fool would have
second thoughts about marriage to the very handsome, very wonderful Ben Hilty.

And though Tricia was many things, a fool was certainly not one of them.

“I
T WAS SO AWFUL,
Eric,” Beverly said into the phone as she watched the sun set over the tops of the citrus trees in the backyard. “It was the craziest, most disastrous meal I've attended in years. Years!”

Eric laughed. “I bet it wasn't all that bad. Matter of fact, I think it sounds like a lot of fun. Especially the part about Frankie virtually collapsing under the table at the end of it. Who knew pickles could cause so much trouble?”

Her lips twitched. “That was pretty funny, actually. He is one naughty dog.”

“It sounds like Emma needs to be firmer with him. That dog needs to learn some manners.”

“If you saw him in person, you wouldn't be able to be any stricter, either. He is really the sweetest thing. He lets all the children play with him, and his ears are so soft. I don't think he has a mean bone in his body. He simply likes his food.”

“Well, I imagine we can both think of a person or two who might fit that description.”

She giggled like a schoolgirl. “A sweet person who likes his food?”

“Come on. I dare you not to think of someone who doesn't fit that bill.”

“I run a B-and-B. Of course I can think of many people who that describes.” She shifted in her chair and watched two birds land on the back fence and then fly off in a panic as Serena, Mrs. Sadler's cat, hopped up onto one of her tables.

“So, what really happened to upset you? I know it wasn't cranky children or naughty beagles.”

Beverly was tempted to ignore his invitation. But then she knew he would listen to her and help her decide what to do next. “I . . . well, I said something to Tricia in front of everyone.”

“About?”

“About her and Ben, of course.” Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to continue her confession. “Actually, I think I offended both Tricia and Ben. I pretty much sounded like a grumpy old woman and warned them about rushing into their relationship.”

“How did that go over?”

Though she was embarrassed and upset, she forced herself to continue. “About how you would expect. Tricia started crying and Ben came to her rescue.” She lowered her voice. “Later, I talked to Emma about my feelings and it was pretty obvious that she disagreed with me, too. So, I pretty much hurt my niece's feelings, offended her boyfriend, and there wasn't a person there who agreed with me.”

He whistled softly. “I sure am sorry, Bev.”

She blinked. “You're not going to give me a talking-to like you did when I interfered with Michael Knoxx and Penny?”

“Not this time.”

Beverly heard the smile in his voice, which made her smile, too, and she hadn't thought that would be possible. “You know what? I'm really beginning to be glad we know each other.”

“That makes two of us.”

“What do you think I should I say to Tricia when she returns?”

“What do you want to say?”

“I want to tell her that I didn't mean to hurt her feelings. I just sometimes say things I shouldn't because I love her.”

“I think she'll forgive you if you say that, Bev.” He sighed. “Now, I can't believe I'm even doing this to myself, but tell me what you made for that shindig.”

“A three-layer chocolate cake.”

He groaned. “I have got to sell this house of mine.”

“Yes, you do, Eric,” she agreed. For many, many reasons, she added privately.

I
t was close to eleven at night. Late, even for Ben, to still be out.

Sipping another cup of decaf, Jay tried not to watch the kitchen clock tick but he seemed unable to do anything else. Ben and Tricia had been together for hours now, ever since they'd left Emma's house after their disastrous lunch—and Beverly's rather insensitive comments.

Tricia's reaction had surprised them all. It had been obvious that Beverly had been insensitive but not malicious. However, when the tears came, Jay had felt awful. Young ladies in love had tender hearts and it was a good thing to remember that and tread softly.

When Jay had seen Ben go still and his expression turn hard, he'd known Ben had been just as unhappy about Beverly's words. Jay knew his eldest well; Ben was used to taking on the
needs and worries of his younger brothers. Was he now trying to make Tricia feel better, too?

“Evelyn, I could sure use some help, here. What would you say if you were here?” he asked the empty room. He tensed, half hoping that her soft, sweet voice would come floating through the room, offering words of wisdom from up in heaven. But of course he heard nothing. Disappointment coursed through him, making him feel even more helpless. It was times like this, when there was no one to bounce ideas off of, that he missed his wife the most. Only the boys' mother would understand what Ben needed from Jay right now.

Then he recalled how Evelyn had dealt with almost any conflict in the family. She'd been patient. Content to wait. Content to let others shine.

“I guess that's my answer then,” he murmured. “I'll wait and be patient and try not to meddle.
Danke
, Ev.”

“Who are ya talking to?” Mark asked as he wandered in. He had on an old pair of cotton plaid pajama bottoms, slippers, and a white T-shirt. The outfit made him look both like the towheaded eight-year-old boy he used to be and the man he was on the verge of becoming.

“Your
mamm
,” he said after weighing his answer.

“Really?” Mark raised his eyebrows. “Did she answer you?”

“Nee.”
He smiled weakly. “I'm afraid you caught me at something I like to do from time to time. I ask Evelyn questions and hope she'll tell me what to do. But she never says a word.”

“That sounds like Mamm,” Mark said as he pulled out a chair and sat next to Jay. “I don't know how she did it, but Mamm could get Ben and me to do most anything without saying a word. And admit to anything we did wrong, too.” He shifted,
then leaned his chair back on two legs, balancing on them. “It was uncanny.”

Jay opened his mouth to tell Mark to stop rocking on those back chair legs but then he decided to ignore it. His middle boy had taken to rocking in his chairs from the moment his legs were long enough to reach the ground.

Instead, Jay watched Mark's face as he said, “But not William?”

“William is the baby. Mamm let him get away with everything.”

That was true. But Jay liked to think that maybe his
frau
had known she wasn't going to be around for much of William's life. She'd used their time together to give him love and attention.

“So, what are you still doing up, Daed? Besides talking to Mamm, I mean. Are you waiting up for Ben?” Mark asked.

“Jah.”
There was no reason to pretend he wasn't.

Mark looked at the clock above the oven. “Ben doesn't have a curfew anymore.”

“You're right. He doesn't.”

“So, why are you waiting? Are you worried about him?”

“I know he's old enough to take care of himself.” Jay shrugged. “But I guess some habits are hard to change.”

“Jah.”

As the quiet settled around them again, Jay studied his middle son. From the time he was born, Mark had been his easygoing child. He was generally the most agreeable and even-tempered. But because of that, he was also the one Jay was always a bit in the dark about.

“Mark, how are you adjusting to being here? Do you wish you were back in Charm?”

“Sometimes. I miss my friends.”

Glad that Mark was being forthright, he nodded. “
Jah
. It's
hard making new friends here, I bet. Seeing that you are out of school.” Before they'd moved, Jay had worried about Mark feeling lost and alone. He'd even told Mark he could attend high school here for a year or two if he wanted. It wasn't the norm, of course—most Amish stopped school after eighth grade—but most Amish boys didn't lose their mothers and move across the country, either. Mark had also been an excellent student. He'd loved to study history. Jay had thought letting Mark concentrate on his studies might also help him recover from his grief. But Mark hadn't even considered it. Maybe he was having regrets now? “Do you want to think about going to the public high school? You might enjoy it.”

“I'm needed here on the farm, Daed. You, me, and Ben have more work than we can keep up with, especially because of all the rules and regulations about keeping things organic.”

“I'd rather hire some help than see you unhappy.”

“I'm not unhappy. I mean, not yet. My buddies from Charm will be out in November and I talk to them on the phone once a week. Plus, I'm meeting people. I played basketball with some guys at Pinecraft Park last week.”

“All right.”

Mark rocked back again, making the chair's legs squeak their disfavor.

“You're going to break that chair before long,” Jay finally said.

“That's what you told me three years ago.”

“If you break it, I'm gonna make you pay to get it fixed.”

Mark smiled. “You told me that three years ago, too.”

“As long as you remember,” he warned.

“I'll pay to get it fixed if I break the chair. Which I won't.” He rocked back again. “Hey, Daed?”

“Jah?”

“Do you think Ben and Tricia are serious?”

“It sure looks that way.”

“Are you okay with that?”

“I think I need to be. Ben's old enough to make his own decisions. He won't thank me for interfering.”

Mark seemed to stew on that for a moment. Then he blurted, “So you think she's the girl for him?”

Jay thought she might be, but he knew Ben wouldn't appreciate his father speculating about his love life. “I don't know if Tricia is or isn't. Only Ben can answer that one.”

“She's funny. Remember last week when she decided to make us supper?”

“I do. Macaroni and cheese and hamburger patties.” He smiled. It had been a simple meal, but tasty, too. William had asked for seconds.

“She made the mac and cheese from scratch. It was
gut
.”

“It was.” Unable to resist, he added, “Of course, our Ben made sure we knew that.”

“Oh, yeah, he did. Like eight times.”

“Mark, it wasn't that many. Probably only seven.”

They were chuckling as the kitchen door opened and Ben stepped inside. Jay could tell Ben was startled to see them.

“Hey,” he said. “What are you two doing down here? I thought you'd be asleep.”

“I was just sipping a last cup of coffee when Mark came downstairs. We started talking.”

“Oh.” Ben's eyes strayed to the doorway and the stairs beyond. Jay knew his eldest would like nothing better than to dart out of the kitchen and escape their company. But tomorrow's focus would be the farm and all of the tasks that needed to be taken care of, and Jay knew he wasn't going to be able
to concentrate on any of that until he knew his eldest was all right.

“So . . . were you with Tricia this whole time?”

“Jah.”
His cheeks flushed.

That took Jay by surprise. Ben was not a blusher. He was forthright and confident.

“Is she okay? I noticed she was a little upset with her aunt.”

“She's fine.”

“Oh.
Gut
.” A dozen other questions were on the tip of his tongue, but for the life of him, he couldn't imagine that any of them would be well received, especially not in front of Mark.

Luckily, Mark was not nearly so hesitant. “What did you two do? Where did you go?”

Ben sighed, pulled out a chair one-handed, and joined them. “I guess you two aren't going to let me go up to my room without being grilled.”

“I was hardly grilling you, Ben,” Jay said. However, Ben was right. He did want some answers.

“It's okay if you don't want to share.” Mark's grin turned sly.

Ben glared. “We went over by the river. To talk,” he said with a meaningful glare at his brother. “We did nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Of course not,” Jay murmured.

After taking a deep breath, Ben added, “I asked Tricia to marry me tonight.”

“No way,” Mark said.

“Way.” Ben lifted his chin. “And just so you know, Tricia said yes. We're engaged. Tricia Overholt is going to be my wife.”

Mark's chair legs slammed to the floor and then, at last, one of the back legs cracked and gave way. With a bark of surprise, Mark jumped to his feet as the chair clattered to the floor.

Ben shook his head. “Looks like after three years of warnings, you finally broke that chair.”

“Sorry, Daed,” Mark said quickly. “I'll, um, get it fixed.”

At the moment, Jay wouldn't have cared if the chair had broken into a dozen pieces. All he could think about was Ben's proposal . . . and the way he was so sure and certain about it. He was happy for his son but couldn't help but be worried, too. The last thing he wanted was for Ben to be jumping feetfirst into a situation he wasn't ready for.

Needing another second to gather his thoughts, he focused on the chair. “I'm not upset, Mark. I know you'll get it fixed. As a matter of fact, I think Frank Kaufmann might be able to help you. He's Zack Kauffman's
daed
. I think you know Zack?”

“
Jah
, I know him. I'll see him tomorrow,” Mark mumbled, staring at his brother. “Ben, did ya really propose?”

His brother waited a second, then nodded. “
Jah
. I can't believe it.”

Jay had always known this day would come, but he'd imagined it would be one day far in the future. He'd also always imagined that he would have the right words to say. And, well, that he would be more prepared.

Therefore, he clung to Ben's last words like the lifeline that they were. “You can't believe it?” he asked hesitantly. “Does that mean you didn't intend to ask Tricia to marry you?”

“Not at all. Tricia and I were sitting together, talking about her aunt Beverly. Then, next thing I know I'm telling her that I love her. Then she says that she loves me, too. And then . . .”

“And then . . . what?” Mark asked, leaning forward.

“And then I did it.”

Mark's mouth was undoubtedly letting in flies, it was hanging so far open.

Jay could sympathize with him. It was something of a shock. But as he stared at his eldest, he saw something new in his expression. A contented happiness. And peace, too. He was happy about this. Really happy. “This is certainly big news,” he said at last, because Ben was staring at him, likely waiting for his father to say something of worth.

“Daed, that's it? That's all you're going to say?”

“
Nee
. I'm simply trying to come up with the right words.” Jay was also wondering how much to react . . . or if Ben and Tricia had gotten so wrapped up in their romance that they had let the moment get to them.

But then he remembered how he'd just been asking for Evelyn for guidance and realized exactly how she would have reacted. She would have put Ben's feelings first. Always, she put the boys' needs first.

It was time he did the same.

“Congratulations, Ben. I'm so happy for you,” he said at last. “This is wonderful.
Wunderbaar
.” Standing up, he gave Ben a hug. “I love you and I hope you will be happy together. From what I know of Tricia, I think she's a fine girl.”

“Danke,”
Ben said.

“We'll talk more in the morning, but for now I think it's time I went to bed. Mark, move the chair out of the way.”

Mark silently did as he was asked. Then, just as Jay was halfway up the stairs, he heard the words he'd been waiting for from his middle son.

“I'm happy for ya,” Mark said. “Tricia's really nice. And really pretty.”

“
Jah
. She is.
Danke
.”

Jay smiled to himself and as he climbed into bed he said a couple of prayers. Then, finally, he whispered into the dark, “You
would have been mighty happy tonight, Evelyn. Our eldest is happy. God is very good.”

T
RICIA WAS RELIEVED TO
discover that the inn was quiet when she slipped in the back door. The last thing she wanted to do was discuss what had happened with Beverly. Or worse, discuss it within the hearing of one of the guests. Although she wasn't eager to discuss what had happened earlier with Beverly, she couldn't resist continually reliving every moment that she'd spent with Ben.

He loved her. He wanted to marry her.

He'd asked her to marry him!

And just as important, she'd wanted those things, too! In the span of a few hours she'd gone from unsure of her future to being engaged to a wonderful man.

The difference was truly miraculous.

She knew she was going to be spending quite a few hours that evening in prayer. She had so much to be thankful for. God had led her to Sarasota, to working at the inn instead of turning tail and running back home. He had brought Ben and his family to the inn, too.

He had given her so many blessings, in fact, that it was difficult to remember just how forlorn she'd felt when she'd first climbed on the Pioneer Trails bus. She'd truly thought that God had forgotten about her. Now she was ashamed that she'd had so little faith in His plan. But perhaps that was what she was supposed to learn—that sometimes she needed to remember that with faith, all things were possible.