It took every ounce of her self-control not to jerk away.
He sat back. “Seems word has gotten out that young Zach isn’t interested. But, girl, you didn’t have to go to Dakota to find someone else. I’m right here. Got lots to offer you.” More waggling of his brows.
“Come up.” He patted the seat beside him. “I’ll take you on a tour of my place. You’ll love my big house. You can have as many servants as you want.” His glance slid past her to the trio on the porch. “I’ll get you a nanny for the little one.”
Momentarily speechless at the man’s gall, Amelia soon regained her voice. “Mr. Sobel, I am not now, nor will I ever be, interested in your offer. I suggest you turn your buggy around and go find someone else to make your proposal to.”
His face darkened. “You’re making a mistake.”
“It’s mine to make.”
When he secured the reins and moved to get down, she backed away. She had no weapon to fend him off with, but she wouldn’t run from him, leaving the others vulnerable. Instead, she gritted her teeth and curled her fists. “Please leave.”
“I’ll leave in my own time.” His harsh tone sent tremors across Amelia’s neck.
Pa came to Amelia’s side. “I suggest you do as the lady asks.”
“Who’s going to make me? You’re nothing but a befuddled old man.”
Amelia flinched at the rudeness.
Pa moved forward, a heavy branch in one hand. “I may be confused much of the time, but I’m not now. I wouldn’t suggest you continue to challenge me.” Pa stood straight and tall, his shoulders back. He slapped the length of wood into his palm with a resounding smack.
Amelia almost laughed.
Sobel blinked. Shifted as if ready to step down, then reconsidered, and took up the reins.
“You’re making a big mistake,” he hissed at Amelia. “But my offer is now closed.” With that, he drove away.
Amelia waited until he was down the road to burst into laughter.
Kat joined them, holding Poppy, and they all chuckled.
“Pa, you were wonderful,” Amelia said.
“That’s the Pa I remember.” Kat’s eyes clouded with tears.
“Gampa.” Poppy leaned toward Pa.
He twisted the branch in his hand. “Where did that come from?” He tossed it to the side.
Kat closed her eyes. “And just like that, he’s gone.”
They had barely returned to the porch when dust rose from the road. That would be Jacob. Amelia remained on her chair as the wagon approached.
Only again, it wasn’t him.
But at least she could make out that it was a woman. Dare she hope the word wasn’t out that she sought courting? Because she wasn’t. Didn’t need it. Didn’t like it. Didn’t welcome it.
“It’s Mrs. Morrow.” Kat laughed. “Gil’s going to be surprised.”
Pa moved to the step, tenting a hand over his eyes. “Evelyn.” His gait unsteady, he trotted toward the wagon.
Kat put Poppy down and rushed after him. “Pa, it’s Mrs. Morrow. Not Ma.”
“Take me.” Poppy’s voice threatened tears.
Amelia scooped up the baby and hurried after the others.
