A Clean Break (Gay Amish Romance Book 2) by Keira Andrews

each for you both and you can give them all a whirl. Sound good?”
    David glanced at Isaac, who seemed equally adrift and bleary eyed. “Sure,” David said.
    Aaron chuckled. “Did you guys have coffee before we left?”
    They shook their heads miserably.
    “Lucky for you there’s a Starbucks in here. Look around, and I’ll be back in a few. Just black for both of you?”
    They nodded, and David stifled a yawn. “Usually we’d have done almost half a day’s work by now.” He gazed at the endless packages of underwear and socks hanging in plastic from metal racks. They stood in an aisle with tall shelves on both sides, and he could hardly believe there were this many varieties.
    “I wonder what they’re doing at home.” Isaac wrapped his arms around himself. “Same things as ever, I guess. It feels so far away, doesn’t it?” He blinked up at the ceiling. “It’s so bright here. And there’s music.”
    A woman sang about how they were going to hear her roar, and it was certainly accurate given the volume. David peered around, but couldn’t tell where it was coming from. It seemed to be everywhere—just a part of the air. It scraped at his nerves like sandpaper. “Pretty different from our songs.”
    Isaac examined a package of socks. “It’ll be odd, won’t it? Not going to church or the singing next Sunday.”
    “Probably for the best given that I sound like a dying cat when I sing.”
    “You do not!” Isaac laughed. “Well, maybe a little.”
    “Mary once said that—” David stopped. He felt strangely disloyal talking about her with Isaac. “Never mind,” he finished lamely. He reached for the nearest hanging package, which proclaimed in red capital letters:
    NEW! 2X THE DURABILITY
    “What do you think two x means?”
    His shoulders slumped in his too-big clothes, Isaac ignored the question. “Do you think she’s all right?”
    David hung the socks back on the metal rod, poking it through the small hole in the plastic bag. He pushed it with his finger, making the package sway. “I don’t know. I hope so. If not now, then soon.”
    “I’m sorry I hurt her.”
    He turned to look at Isaac. “You know it’s not your fault. You never drove her home from the singings, or let her believe there could be a future.” Not the way I did with Grace . “It’s not your fault she liked you. There’s nothing for you to be sorry for.”
    Isaac shook his head. “I don’t even know why she did. I barely talked to her.”
    A memory of Mary and Anna’s quiet voices from the kitchen echoed in his mind, and he smiled softly. “She thought you were shy.”
    He’d been sitting stiffly in Father’s rocking chair, feeling like an imposter as he tried to focus on a letter in Die Botschaft from a farmer in Pennsylvania who’d cured his cows’ tick infestation with apple cider vinegar. Mother had been upstairs with the younger girls.
    “Mary, you need to forget about Isaac Byler. He’s never even hinted that he wants to drive you home.”
    Mary sighed. “I know, but he doesn’t seem to have his eye on any of the other girls. He’s shy, Anna.”
    “Maybe you should just ask him, then.”
    “Anna!” Mary sounded suitably scandalized. “Girls don’t ask out boys. Isaac’s just…a gentleman. He’s worth waiting for. Did you see him taking care of his little brother at the barn raising last week after Nathan hammered his thumb? He’ll be a good father.”
    “And she thought you were a gentleman,” David added. He didn’t mention fatherhood. Mary was right—Isaac was wonderful with children. But we’ll never be fathers now . He shoved that thought away with all the others he was avoiding.
    Isaac ducked his head. “What about you? Do you think I’m a gentleman?”
    “Most of the time.” David raised an eyebrow suggestively.
    Blushing, Isaac lowered his voice and stepped closer. “Tonight I’ll show you—”
    They jerked away from each other as a woman appeared at the end of the short