Megan asked as she followed Frank out to his truck on Monday morning. “As long as all my guys are back working today, I shouldn’t have to make any deliveries. If that’s the case, I’ll be home on time.” He kissed her and was about to climb into his truck when he turned back around. “To tell you the truth, I kind of enjoyed driving a big rig again—especially when some of my deliveries took me through Amish country. Did I tell you about the young Amish man with red hair I saw last week?” “I don’t remember you mentioning that.” “I know this probably sounds foolish, but when I first saw him, I thought he might be Will.” “Did you talk to him?” “Yeah, I found out his name is Joseph Fisher and his dad owns a buggy shop on Churchtown Road.” Frank pulled his fingers through his hair. “I’ve got to get over the idea that every red-haired Amish man I see might be Will.” Megan touched his arm. “Maybe you won’t have to keep wondering where your son is.” “What do you mean?” “On Saturday I placed an ad with The Budget.” His eyebrows arched upward.
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