Free Sewn with Joy by Tricia Goyer

they could to find a way to get the money. Yet this moment she simply wanted to enjoy the smiling face across from hers.
    â€œSo was there any interesting news at the sewing frolic yesterday?” Matthew asked. “Any news of who’s getting married or having a baby? I think that’s what my mem likes best about sewing.”
    â€œThere’s always news like that, but mostly about people I don’t know. But”—she leaned forward—“there was quite the excited discussion about the television show that’s coming to town.”
    Matthew’s brow furrowed. “So I heard. It sounds like complete nonsense to me. I have ne doubt they’ll be adding all types of Hollywood drama to a show like that. Otherwise who would watch a program about sewing frolics, baking, and woodworking?”
    Joy wanted to point out that it was sure to have a romantic plot, but she knew that wouldn’t please Matthew either. Instead, she looked around. “Do you think they’ll be walking around with their cameras? They can’t do that without permission, can they?”
    â€œ Ne. I’m sure they can’t. From what I hear, the main production studio is a few blocks over, but they are going to be doing some filming in a house close to Pinecraft Park—a rented house where these fictional people supposedly live.”
    â€œIt’s on the corner of Good Avenue and Fry Street. That little white house that’s been empty for at least a year.” The words came out before Joy realized what she was saying.
    â€œReally? How do you know that?”
    Joy nibbled on her lower lip. The last thing she wanted to tell Matthew was how she’d led the Englischers to the place in her nightgown when she should have been in bed sleeping. “Uh,there was a big truck on our street. It was a supply truck I suppose, and they were lost. I gave them directions.”
    Matthew nodded, and Joy was thankful he hadn’t asked more questions. Heat warmed her cheeks even now thinking about how she’d thrown a coat over her nightgown.
    â€œLucky it was you they asked.” He chuckled. “I know many Amish women who would have just walked away.”
    â€œOh!” Joy sat straighter. “Speaking of Amish women, I have cousins coming on the Pioneer Trails bus today. It’s an unexpected trip. Mem just found out this morning. Could you walk me?”
    â€œIs it three o’clock already?”
    â€œAlmost.”
    â€œI’d be glad to, but then I need to head back to work. Although…” He smiled at her. “It’s hard to do when I have such lovely company.”
    They walked side by side and joined numerous others traveling the same direction. Within a few minutes they were part of a crowd waiting for the Pioneer Trails bus to come in.
    Matthew stood shoulder to shoulder with her. They were not touching, not holding hands, but anyone who saw them would know they were a couple.
    Up ahead, Mem scooted closer. She paused, lingered a few steps away, and eyed them before turning north to watch for the bus.
    Matthew glanced around. “It seems everyone is trying to pretend they’re not watching us, not whispering about us.”
    â€œWell, it’s not every day that one eats lunch with the most eligible bachelor in town.”
    â€œI’m not sure about that.”
    â€œI am, and I’m not even going to look. If they see my eyes, I’m sure to give everything away.”
    â€œEverything? What’s everything?”
    She wanted to say, That we are falling in love. That we are both hoping for a future together. But instead Joy simply shrugged and glanced down at the paper bag in her hand. “That I’ve been so busy at work that I didn’t make you a lunch, but instead we purchased it from Yoder’s.”
    He chuckled. “That sounds like a scandal to me, but I think we’ll get through it.” He flashed a smile totally