Knitted Hearts - Amber Kelly Page 0,2
on Mount Moriah and offer him as a sacrifice. He was confused about why God would ask this of him when he promised him this son, but he was obedient even though he didn’t understand. At the last moment before he brought the knife down, God stopped him. He had a goat trapped in a bush for the sacrifice. He just wanted to know Abraham trusted him. Then, she said that we should trust if a boy walks out of our life, then he wasn’t the one. That God had our husband trapped in a bush somewhere, so we should just live our lives, find ourselves, and when the time was right, God would set him loose for us.”
“Do you believe it’s true?” I ask her.
“I didn’t until he set Walker loose on me. Walker Reid—who would have guessed that?”
“Isn’t that the truth?” Bellamy adds.
“He had Brandt trapped in a bush while I was wasting time with Derrick.”
“Well, if he has mine trapped somewhere, maybe he’ll finally set him loose now that Ricky is out of the way. Too bad I had to marry him before I realized he wasn’t the one. Ugh, I’m going to be a twenty-four-year-old divorcée. Gross.”
“Maybe it’s not you who isn’t ready. Maybe he has to get the one he picked out for you sorted before he’s ready to be set loose. That was the case with Walker,” Elle ponders.
That’s a good point.
“Hmm, you might be right. I guess I’ll just live my life and let it work itself out.”
“That’s my girl,” Bells says.
We hear a throat clear, and our eyes move to the door. Brandt is standing there, grinning at us.
“You girls look comfy. I guess this means I’m on my own tonight, huh?” he asks Bells.
“Looks like it unless I make it to the end of the movie, still awake. I might sneak in with you, but don’t wait up because I make no promises,” she says before popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth and pressing play on the remote.
I lay my head on her shoulder.
“You girls enjoy your night. And just shout if you need anything.”
“Another bottle of wine would be great,” Bells says.
“Red or white?”
“Red,” she and I both say.
“Coming right up,” he says before walking off.
“Yep, totally worth the wait,” I say.
Foster
“Is this all of them?” Truett asks as we carry the last of the poinsettias from the truck.
Myer’s mother had us pick them up from a nursery in Aurora this afternoon. People ordered them from the church and will be coming to get them at her table in the market during the Poplar Falls tree lighting and Christmas festival tonight.
“This is it,” I inform him.
“Great. I’m starving. Let’s get in line before it gets too crowded,” he suggests.
All of the restaurants in town have trucks set up to serve the festival. So, we deliver the last of the pots to Beverly and set out in search of food.
We grab a couple of cheesesteaks and take a stroll down Main Street to see what all the vendors have to offer.
Everything from handmade scarves and gloves, ornaments, Christmas trees, wine gift baskets, quilts, soaps and lotions, cornhole boards to homemade pies, cakes, and cookies are for sale.
Kids are lining up to see Santa. We see Myer and Dallas waiting for their turn with Beau and Faith. Myer is holding his baby girl, and Dallas has Beau’s hand.
“Hey, guys. Where did you get those?” Myer asks.
“Butch has a truck over past the hardware store,” Truett tells him.
“Awesome. Beau and I want one.” He gestures toward his son.
He is going over his Christmas list with Dallas because he doesn’t want to forget anything once he makes it to Santa. “… and a horse of my very own,” he ends.
“A horse and a dirt bike? Baby, maybe you should ask for just one. That’s a lot for Santa,” Dallas tries to persuade him.
“I’ve been very good this year, and I’m a great big brother,” he pleads his case.
“That’s all true,” Dallas says, clearly defeated.
She gives Myer a look, and he grins. We’ve had Beau’s new gelding for a few months now, and Myer has been working with him to make sure he is ready for his son. We already devised the workaround concerning the dirt bike, which Dallas thinks he’s still a little too young for. I’m sneaking the gelding over to their house in the wee hours of Christmas morning and tying him to the tree in their front yard with