Reckless Heart (Kauffman Amish Bakery 5.5) Read Online Free PDF

their mother at the age of seven.
    The bell rang out on the other side of the door, and soon they heard footsteps. The door slowly creaked open, revealing a beaming Michaela. “Hi!” she said. “Mommy, it’s my Amish friend! Come meet her.”
    “Michaela!” a feminine voice called. “I asked you to wait for me before you opened the door.” A woman who looked about Lydia’s parents’ age came around the corner and smiled. “Hello.”
    “Hi, Mrs. Anderson,” Lydia said, holding out the box. “I’m Lydia Bontrager, and this is my brother, Titus, and my sister Irma. We want to welcome you to the neighborhood. I brought you some treats from my grandmother’s bakery.”
    “Oh, my goodness,” Mrs. Anderson said, taking the box. “That is so kind of you.” She made a sweeping gesture toward the inside of the house. “Please come in.”
    “Thank you,” Lydia said, motioning for her siblings to follow Mrs. Anderson into the home.
    Stepping into the foyer, Lydia peeked into the spacious front room, which she assumed was the family room. Boxes of all shapes and sizes were strewn about the room, and a flat television was sitting on a pedestal in the corner. They passed an open staircase on their way to the large kitchen, where more boxes sat stacked on the counters, center island, and floor. Utensils, gadgets, and dishware clogged the countersthat were not covered in boxes. A small dinette set positioned in a nook was the only clean space Lydia could see.
    “Please excuse the mess,” Mrs. Anderson said. “As you can see, we’re still working on getting situated. Moving takes so much time. I told my husband this is the absolute last move. We’ve moved six times since we were married, and I’m not doing it again. He can bury me at this house.” She smiled at them.
    “I imagine moving is a hassle,” Lydia offered as she stood by the refrigerator. She could see Irma smiling at Michaela, who babbled on and on about her new room.
    “Mommy,” Michaela said, turning toward her mother. “May I take Irma upstairs to see my new room?”
    Mrs. Anderson looked at Lydia. “Would it be okay if your sister followed Michaela upstairs for a tour?”
    “Yes,” Lydia said with a smile. “That would be fine.”
    Grabbing Irma’s arm, Michaela pulled her toward the stairs. “You have to meet my puppy, Bitsy. She’s locked in the bathroom right now so she doesn’t get into boxes. She’s in time-out after pulling out all of my socks and chewing holes through them.”
    Lydia couldn’t help her grin. She enjoyed hearing Michaela prattle on about her puppy.
    “My daughter is a bit of a chatterbox.” Mrs. Anderson motioned toward the table. “Please, have a seat.”
    “Thank you.” Lydia looked toward the table and waved an encouraging hand at Titus. “Go ahead and sit.” She followed him to the table, where they sat across from Mrs. Anderson, who opened the box and gawked at the cookies and pieces of cakes and pies. “I hope you like desserts,” Lydia said. “I brought a variety of our best sellers.”
    Mrs. Anderson pulled out a butterscotch macarooncookie and took a bite. “This is fantastic, Lydia. Thank you so much.”
    “You’re welcome,” Lydia said. “As I said before, we want to welcome you to the neighborhood.”
    The back door swung open and Tristan crossed into the kitchen, wiping his hands on a rag. “Dad ran to the—” He stopped speaking when he saw Lydia and Titus. “Lydia! How are you?”
    “I’m doing well,” Lydia said. “This is my brother, Titus. Titus, this is Tristan.”
    “Hi,” Titus said with a quick wave. “Nice to meet you.”
    “You too,” Tristan said. His eyes moved to the box on the table. “What do you have there, Mom?”
    “Goodies from Lydia’s grandmother’s bakery.” Mrs. Anderson tipped the box toward him. “Wash your hands and come try one of these cookies. They are absolutely mouthwatering.”
    “Oh, wow.” Tristan crossed to the sink, where he