Free Amish Redemption (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy) by Miranda Rush

her.”
    “She took a bath this morning with Mr. Rubber Ducky.”
    Rebekah looked lost.  “You,” said Staci, while leading Rebekah’s shaky body to the bedroom, “you are going back to bed and sleep off this hangover.”
    “ Yeah, I feel terrible.”
    “You look it.  You don’t drink much, do you?”
    “Never.”
    “No shit.  Well, you wouldn’t have known it last night.”
    Rebekah was completely content at this moment to let Staci take charge. She let Staci tuck her in and fell almost instantly asleep. She was soon dreaming of Nick calling out for her with desperation in his voice in the oily black night and not being able to find him because it was too dark.  Fearsome impotence mounted in her as his shouts turned into bloodcurdling screams—
    She awoke with a jerk.  She was lying on her side of the bed, facing Nick’s pillow.  His head would never be there again because yesterday she put him in the ground.  Tears filled her eyes and she swept them away.  She snuggled over to smell the pillow, inhaling the wonderful Nick-scent that still lingered there.  It was a comforting smell, one that she would never forget.  Finally withdrawing, she spotted a single dark curly hair on the edge of the pillow.  With the tip of her finger she touched it, barely feeling its silkiness.  She picked it up and placed it within the front cover of her scriptures which were in the drawer of her bedside table.
    She turned to see Staci watching her, tray in her hands.  Rebekah hadn’t heard her come in.  Staci handed her a cup of hot coffee.  Rebekah took it gratefully and allowed the tray with chicken broth and crackers to be put in her lap. 
    “How are you feeling?”
    Rebekah took inventory.  Her head no longer hurt, her stomach felt settled—well enough to eat, in fact.  “I’m fine.”  She slurped some broth.  It tasted surprisingly wonderful.  She looked up.  Staci was staring at her intently.
    “I think you and Rachel should come live with me in Los Angeles.”  That was it, no preamble.
    Flashes of the night before filled her mind:  Staci kissing her, Staci’s fingers and tongue pleasuring her, Staci putting the cock inside her and moving it in and out.  Staci was looking at her expectantly.
    “You want an answer right now?” 
    “If you’ve got one.”
    Rebekah hesitated.  While the response Staci had been able to coax out of her body last night had been undeniably real, it did not compose a romantic relationship.  She looked at this extraordinary woman—beautiful, loving, strong, so like Nick—and felt a bond with her but it did not take the place of what she had with Nick .  Above all, it wasn’t what she wanted.
    “I don’t think it would be a good idea.”
    “How are you going to support yourself?”
    Rebekah hadn’t thought of those matters. The small amount of savings that she and Nick had had been virtually used up in paying for his funeral.  Only a small sum remained.  She didn’t have a job.  She had no training.   She shook her head.  “I don’t know.”
    “Who owns the house?”
    “It’s in Nick’s name because I had no credit.”
    “Did he leave a will?  Or any life insurance?”
    Again Rebekah shook her head.
    “Shit,” Staci said. 
    Rebekah nodded, suddenly having it dawn that she was going to lose the house. 
    “So, how are you going to take care of Rachel and support the two of you?”
    “Right now I have no idea.”
    It was all Staci needed.  “Let me take care of you.  I’ve got a good job in L.A. —”
    “Staci —”
    “And you’ll be able to stay home with Rachel —”
    “I don’t think —”
    “And we can be together.”
    As grateful as Rebekah was to Staci for arriving and taking charge of the funeral and helping care for Rachel, she now eyed her warily.  This wasn’t just about Staci wanting to help family.
    “Why are you doing this?”
    Staci looked hurt.  “I told you last night.  I love you.  I want to be with