War correspondent Jennie King thinks she’s just a temporary guest in her grandmother’s Amish community while she recuperates from the devastating injuries sustained in a car bomb attack that changed her world. But when she meets Matthew Bontrager, the man she had a crush on as a teenager, she wonders if God has a new plan for her. Jennie has emotional and physical scars and though she feels she has come home to this man and this place, she's not sure she can bridge the difference between their worlds. She ran from him once . . . now she's back. Can they bridge the gap? Barbara Cameron has a heart for writing about the spiritual values and simple joys of the Amish. She is the best-selling author of more than 40 fiction and nonfiction books, three nationally televised movies, and the winner of the first Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award. Her books have been nominated for Carol Awards and the Inspirational Reader s Choice Award from RWA s Faith, Hope, and Love chapter. Barbara resides in Jacksonville, Florida. A Time To Love - Quilts of Lancaster County Series #1 By Barbara Cameron Abingdon Press Copyright © 2010 The United Methodist Publishing House All right reserved. ISBN: 978-1-4267-0763-6 Chapter One Jenny woke from a half-doze as the SUV slowed to approach a four-way stop. "No!" she cried. "Don't stop!" "I have to stop." "No!" she yelled as she lunged to grab at the steering wheel. David smacked her hands away with one hand and steered with the other. The vehicle swerved and horns blared as he fought to stop. "We're in the States!" he shouted. "Stop it!" Jenny covered her head and waited for the explosion. When it didn't come, she cautiously brought her arms down to look over at David. "We're in the U.S.," he repeated quietly. "Calm down. You're safe." "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she whispered. Covering her face, she turned away from him and wished she could crawl into a hole somewhere and hide. He touched her shoulder. "It's okay. I understand." Before he could move the SUV forward, they heard a siren. The sound brought Jenny's head up, and she glanced back fearfully to see a police car. "Pull over!" a voice commanded through the vehicle's loudspeaker. Cursing beneath his breath, David guided the SUV to the side of the road. He reached for his wallet, pulling out his driver's license. A police officer appeared at David's window and looked in. Jenny tried not to flinch as he looked at David, then her. "Driver's license and registration, please." David handed them over. "Officer, I'd like to explain—" "Stay in your vehicle. I'll be right back," he was told brusquely. When the officer returned, he handed back the identification. "Okay, so you want to explain what that was all about —how you started to run the stop sign and nearly caused an accident?" "It's my fault," Jenny spoke up. "Jenny! I—" "Let her talk." "You can't stop at a four-way," she told him in a dull voice. "You could get killed." She drew a quilt more tightly around her shoulders. "You look familiar," the officer said, studying her face for a long moment. "Now I got it. You're that TV reporter, the one who was reporting from overseas, in the war zone—" he stopped. "Oh." He glanced at David. "And you're that network news anchor. What are you doing in these parts?" "Taking her to recuperate at her family's house." The officer glanced back at Jenny. "Didn't know you were Amish. Thought they didn't believe in television." Jenny fingered the quilt. "It's my grandmother," she said, staring ahead. "She's the one who's Amish." She met the officer's gaze. "Please don't give David a ticket. It was my fault. I freaked and grabbed the steering wheel. I didn't want him to stop. But it won't happen again." The officer hesitated then nodded as he touched the brim of his hat. "I have friends who've been through the same thing. Be careful. You've been through enough without getting into a car accident." She nodded. "Thank you." After returning to his patrol car, the officer pulled out on the road and waved as he passed them. Jenny looked at David. "I'm sorry. I just had a flashback as I woke up, I guess." "It's okay," he told her patiently. "I understand." She sighed and felt herself retreating into her cocoon. He glanced in his rearview mirror and got back onto the road. They drove for a few minutes. "Hungry yet?" She shook her head and then winced at the pain. "No." "You need to eat." "Not hungry." Then she glanced at him. "I'm sorry. You must be." He grinned. "Are you remembering that you used to tease me about being hungry all the time?" "Not really," she said. "Lucky guess, since we've been on the road for hours." He frowned but said nothing as he drove. A little while later, he pulled into a restaurant parking lot, shut off the engine, and undid his seat belt. "It'll be good to stretch my legs. C'mon, let's go in and get us a hot meal and some