A Texas-Made Match. Noelle Marchand
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abduction and was clinched with an arson fire. And then there was Lorelei, Ellie’s sister-in-law of nearly one year. She found love through a run-in with a con artist, a secret engagement and a bank robbery.
Ellie blew out a frustrated sigh then whispered to a God she knew was listening. “It isn’t as if I want to be abducted or almost killed or anything. I just know what a girl needs to do to get a little excitement around here—find love.”
And it worked both ways. There was nothing like a little excitement and danger to make people look at each other in new ways, see things about each other that they hadn’t noticed before. In that respect, she could use all the help she could get, living in a town where every eligible man saw her as a little sister.
She couldn’t exactly blame them. She’d been a consummate tomboy growing up. She didn’t regret one moment she’d spent climbing trees, riding horses, swimming in the creek—they’d all held far more appeal than giggling and flirting with boys like the girls too afraid of mussing their dresses to have any fun. At some point those giggling, flirting girls had started getting beaus who turned into suitors and then into husbands. But not Ellie. Even though she’d abandoned her hoydenish ways years ago, she hadn’t been able to shake the label of “tomboy” the town had given her or change the way the young men saw her—yet.
She was ready for the most important adventures of her life, like love, marriage, motherhood. She just needed someone to share them with. And if it took a little danger or excitement to make that happen...well, she was up for it.
“I’m ready to do my part, Lord. Is a little help too much to ask?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She knew only God could join two hearts together—but that didn’t mean He couldn’t have help. When it came to her siblings, Ellie had helped Him along as much as possible. There was a reason she’d been dubbed the best matchmaker in Peppin. She was the best in town at spotting a match and pulling it off.
But who would help the matchmaker find a match?
No one. That’s who. She was going to have to do it on her own, and she was starting today. First things first: she had to figure out a way to climb down from the waterfall without messing up her day dress. Being adventurous was easier when I wore bloomers.
There was a simpler way to get down. She peered over the waterfall’s tabletop once more, knowing that if she didn’t have plans for the afternoon she would have taken that route. Suddenly, Kate’s voice shot through the air with startling volume. “Ellie, don’t!”
She jerked toward the sound, knocking herself off balance and sending her arms churning like a tilted windmill. She fell into the creek with a loud splash. The cool water enveloped her and swept her skirts up around her ears before Ellie pushed off the muddy bottom. She surfaced and searched for her cinnamon-haired sister. Kate’s sensible blue dress stood out against the riot of red, orange and yellow wildflowers that painted the banks of the creek.
Ellie swam toward the shore. “I wasn’t going to jump. You startled me!”
“Oh, no!” Kate placed one hand over her mouth and another on her hip as she shook her head. “I’m so sorry. What were you doing up there in the first place?”
Ellie shivered in the slight breeze as she stepped onto dry grass. “Reliving my youth.”
“You’d better not—after all you put me through.” Kate grabbed the picnic blanket from the ground to wrap it around Ellie’s shoulders.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was perfect.” She lifted her nose, ignoring a laugh from her sister as she gathered the blanket closer. “What are you doing here so early, anyway? I thought you said I had two hours to myself.”
“It’s been longer than two hours. We are supposed to meet Ms. Lettie and Lorelei at the café for your birthday lunch in thirty minutes.”
“I’m sorry. I must have lost track of time.”
“That’s all right. So did I.” Kate grabbed the picnic basket from the ground and began to lead the way to the farmhouse. “It can’t be helped now. You’ll have to change clothes and redo your hair.”
Ellie paused. “I hadn’t thought of that. Do you think it would make a difference?”
Kate tossed a confused look over her shoulder. “Of course it would. You can’t go into town drenched.”
She laughed. “I forgot you can’t read my mind. I meant do you think it would make a difference with men if I changed my hair or clothes?”
“What men? Why should it make a difference? Why would you want to...?” Kate shook her head. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m twenty-one. Isn’t it time I tried to catch a husband?” It was a little difficult to force the words out through her chattering teeth. “Do you think I even could?”
Kate rubbed her back to try to warm her. “You’re more likely to catch a cold if you don’t get changed. As for a husband, there’s no need to rush. Why? Are you interested in someone?”
“No.”
They caught sight of the two-story farmhouse and Kate ushered her toward it. “Then don’t worry about it. Go change and try to be quick.”
Ellie nodded then hurried into the house and up the stairs to her room. She quickly changed into dry clothes. A distant peal of laughter drew her attention to the large window facing the barn. She grabbed a hand towel from the vanity and dried her hair as she watched her brother-in-law tease her sister about something. Her nieces and nephew danced around their legs in anticipation of the promised ride that would keep them occupied while Kate and Ellie went into town. The couple stole a quick kiss before the whole family walked toward the barn.
The smile that slipped across Ellie’s lips preempted a wistful sigh. She combed her fingers through her hair. It must make a girl feel awfully special to be loved. If a man loved me the way Nathan loves Kate and Sean loves Lorelei, well, it might make up for certain other things.
On the heels of that thought rode a familiar yet vague feeling of guilt. She pushed it away stubbornly. Today was for celebrating the future, not belaboring distant memories of the past that probably meant nothing. A glimpse of Kate walking toward the house served as a welcome reminder of the need to hurry and sent her rushing to make up for the time she’d spent lollygagging.
Thirty minutes later, Ellie glanced at the three women who’d taken time out of their busy day to help her celebrate her birthday. Kate sat across from her. Their dearly departed mother’s best friend, Mrs. Lettie Williams, sat to her right. Lorelei, her sister-in-law, sat on her left. They were all beautiful. They were all strong. They were all married. And Ellie? Well, she wasn’t sure she could lay a legitimate claim to any of those things.
Either I’m being obsessive or I’m detecting a theme. She narrowed her eyes as Maddie settled their drinks on the table. “Maddie, would you happen to have a pencil and piece of paper I could use?”
“Certainly.” Maddie pulled the pencil from behind her ear and tore a sheet of paper from the small tablet she carried in her pocket.
“Thanks.” Ellie tilted her head, then wrote down on one side of the paper a list of the local bachelors who attended church. Then she started going down the list and writing in initials of certain young women in town alongside a few of the men’s names.
Lettie’s curious voice broke through her thoughts. “Ellie, what are you doing?”
Her hand paused in its feverish pace. She glanced up to find all three women watching her. Her gaze dropped to the paper in her hands before she offered them an innocent smile. “I’m finding myself a husband.”
Kate nearly choked on the sip of water she’d taken. Lorelei stared at her, mouth agape. Lettie started chuckling and couldn’t seem to stop. “The world would be a dull place without you, Ellie.”
Ellie grinned.