One week until release day for A Way Home, my contemporary gay Amish romance about young men who want to build a life together.
I’m excited and nervous for y’all to read the final part of the trilogy. Here’s a brand new excerpt to whet your whistle in the meantime.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Aaron pulled into the Byler’s muddy driveway and put the rental car into park. “It’s been a long day of travel. And a long night before that. You look like you could use some rest.”
“I can’t wait. I need to see Isaac.” The sun was setting, splashing pink over the gray spring sky. When he and June had made it to the hospital only to be told Isaac had gone home with his parents, David had wanted to race after him. Even now he fought the urge to barge into the Byler’s house and take Isaac away.
As if he could read his mind, Aaron quietly said, “He’s not going to stay.”
David gripped the door handle. “I know.” He breathed in and out. “But I know he’s been dying to see Katie and the boys again.”
Aaron stared down the drive, as though he could see beyond the curve to the house and barn and his lost family. “I’ve never even met the little ones.”
“Maybe…if you ask, your parents might…”
Gaze still distant, Aaron shook his head. “They won’t. It wouldn’t be fair anyway. I knew what I was losing when I chose to leave.”
He’d never seen Aaron so withdrawn, and he hoped Jen wouldn’t be delayed. She’d texted to ask if David was okay and if the breathing exercises were helping. Her concern made him want to smile even when there was such little to smile about.
“Part of me wishes I could do that.” Aaron nodded in the direction of the house. “Put on my old Amish clothes so I could see them.”
As hard as it was for him and Isaac to come back, David could only imagine what it was like to be shunned. The ache of it rang through him like a bell. “I’m sorry.” He shifted in his old clothing. “You could borrow something if you wanted. My clothes would fit you fine.”
Aaron’s jaw tightened, “No. When I left Red Hills I swore it was for good. I wasn’t going to be one of those runners who couldn’t make it stick. I promised myself I’d never put on those clothes again.”
He sighed. “But thank you for offering. I appreciate it.” He stared at the muddy laneway.
“I never lived here, but it still feels like coming to a home I’ll never have again. Stupid, I know.”
“Not stupid.” David paused. “I know why Isaac and I left. But why did you?”