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  “Thanks.” She managed a wan smile. “I guess that will solve my problems.”

  “Of course it will.” His jacket hung over his shoulder on his thumb. He swung it around and put it back on, straightening his tie. “Well, then, if you’re satisfied, I’ll be on my way.”

  “How about your Beamer?” Dawn asked belatedly. “Was it badly damaged?”

  Tim shook his head and glanced at the slot he’d pulled into after the accident. “Just a scratch and a little dent in the bumper. Nothing serious.” One corner of his mouth turned up in a cynical smile. “The only real casualty was your car.” His smile spread to include both sides. “Hey. While you’re at it, why don’t you have the whole thing repainted? Looks like it’s pretty rusty in places.”

  Her left eyebrow arched as she shaded her eyes with one hand and stared up at him, her other hand fisted on her hip. “And charge it to you?”

  “Well…sure. Why not? Have to keep the help happy, don’t I?”

  Dawn immediately rued her rash suggestion. “You don’t have to do that, you know. I’m not about to quit over a little dented metal.”

  Tim’s smile widened, his eyes twinkling in the bright autumn sun. Dawn didn’t think she’d ever seen him smile that broadly, especially not since his father’s illness. There was an appealing charm to his expression that gave her heart a little jolt.

  You’re just overreacting because you’re pumped full of adrenaline, she told herself. And Mr. Hamilton is just being this friendly because he’s at fault. There’s nothing more to his smile than that, so simmer down, girl.

  Dawn backed away, giving him plenty of extra room in which to return to his car. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll go back up to the office and call the garage.”

  Resuming his usual businesslike demeanor, Tim nodded and approached the Beamer. “Good,” he said over his shoulder. “And don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”

  Arms folded, she watched him back out and drive away. When you had as much money as Tim Hamilton and his family did, you could fix just about anything, couldn’t you? Anything temporal, that is.

  Musing, she pressed her lips into a thin line and jiggled her key ring in one hand as she started for her office. Even the Hamilton wealth might not be enough to save Wallace’s life, though she hoped it would. Medical science could be wonderful but it sure was expensive. She was still helping her parents pay the enormous medical bills left after her brother’s motorcycle accident. Sadly, in Phillipe’s case, the treatment had not been enough to give him back the power to walk again. Some things couldn’t be bought, no matter how rich a person was.

  Dawn sighed, deep in thought, entered the elevator and pushed the button for the third floor. If she hadn’t had her faith to sustain her she didn’t know how she’d have coped after her only sibling was so badly injured. The lives of everyone in her family had been changed that day. Putting her college education on hold and getting a job at Hamilton Media to help out with the enormous bills was the least she could do. She wasn’t sorry about that. The only thing that still bothered her was why her prayers for Phil’s total healing hadn’t been answered.

  If she lived a hundred more years she knew she’d never understand that.

  Chapter Two

  By the time Timothy Hamilton had found his missing editor, chewed him out for leaving the office and returned around eleven, he expected Dawn to have settled the problems of her transportation.

  “So, I see your car is gone. Did that all work out like I said?”

  “No.”

  He could tell by her grim expression that plenty was still bothering her so he paused at her desk instead of proceeding to his office. “No?”

  “No. They towed the car all right. They just don’t have anything they can loan me.”

  “So, rent a car.”

  “I tried.”

  Tim was getting perturbed. “And?”

  “There are a couple of big conventions in the Nashville area right now and every car for miles around has either been rented or is reserved. Nobody could help me on such short notice.”

  “That’s ridiculous. Somebody has a car available.”

  “That’s what I thought till I tried to find one.”

  “You called everybody in the book?”

  “Everybody. Even the guys that rent clunkers.”

  “I didn’t expect you to stoop that low.” The minute the words were out of his mouth he regretted them.

  “Oh? Why not? It might be a step up from what I usually drive.”

  “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded,” Tim said.

  She pulled a face. “I know. I’ve just had a bad morning. Guess I’m a little cranky.”

  “How long will the repairs take? Did the garage say?”

  “No. They’ll get back to me with that, hopefully today, but it won’t be in time.”

  “In time for what?” His brow furrowed. “If you need a ride home I’m sure we can arrange something.”

  “It’s more than that,” Dawn said. “I volunteer for meals-on-wheels and it’s my turn to deliver.”

  “Tonight?”

  “Yes. Two nights this week.”

  “Uh-oh.”

  “My sentiments, exactly.”

  Tim made a snap decision. “Okay. I’ll lend you one of my cars till you get yours back. I’d rather it be the BMW than the Ferrari, if you don’t mind.”

  He was pleased to see a little smile starting. The woman was actually pretty, in a well-scrubbed sort of way. Funny he hadn’t noticed that before. He’d always seen her as an efficient adjunct to his office but hadn’t really paid much attention to her as an individual until today. That was usually the way he liked to keep his business relationships, but in this instance he could see there was need for a little more personal connection.

  “You’d do that? Lend me a car, I mean?”

  “Under the circumstances, yes,” he said.

  Dawn shook her head. “I appreciate your offer but I can’t accept.”

  “Why not?”

  “Well, besides the fact that I’d be scared to death I might scratch your expensive car, I can’t very well show up driving anything like that.”

  “Why not?”

  Dawn huffed. “Because I’d be embarrassed, for starters. And I’d be worried sick to use it for deliveries. Suppose I spilled gravy or something in it?”

  “Embarrassed? Why would you be embarrassed to drive a perfectly good BMW?”

  “Because a car like that probably costs more than most of my clients earn in a whole year. Maybe more. I try to make them feel comfortable accepting help, not show them how the other half lives.”

  “And I’m the other half?”

  “Something like that.”

  “I see.”

  He mulled over her statement and realized she had a valid point. “Okay.”

  “Okay what?”

  “I’ll drive you.”

  “That wasn’t what I meant.”

  “I know. But I am the one who smashed your car so I figure I owe you.”

  “You don’t have to do this.”

  “Consider me a fellow volunteer, just helping out in a pinch.” Tim couldn’t believe she was still hesitating.

  “Tell you what,” Dawn finally said. “I’ll make a few calls, see if maybe Pastor Abernathy or Amy are free to deliver tonight.”

  “Amy? You mean my sister? Why her?”

  “Because she’s been doing some of the evening meal distribution, too. I thought you knew?”

  “I suppose she may have mentioned it.” Tim set his jaw. “Look. I happen to know she has a late meeting scheduled. Forget about arranging for a substitute. I’ll drive you. Period. In the meantime, do you want me to throw a little mud on the BMW so it won’t look too nice?”

  Dawn could tell she was out of options so she capitulated. “I don’t think that will be necessary. I’ll explain when I hand over the meals.”

  “I’m almost afraid to ask what you plan to say.”


  “You can hear it for yourself,” she told him with a smile. “I’ll want you to come inside with me and meet some of my favorites. They’re delightful people. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

  “No more surprised than I am right now,” Tim said. “Why have you never talked about doing volunteer work?”

  “I guess it never came up,” she answered. “You and I don’t have many in-depth conversations.”

  “Well, maybe we should have,” he said. “I’m impressed.”

  “I didn’t tell you about it to make points.”

  “Still, you did,” he said with a smile. “I should be in the office all afternoon, after my lunch with my mother, so let me know when you’re ready to go.”

  The rest of Dawn’s day flew past in a blur and 5:00 p.m. arrived before she knew it. Normally, she looked forward to taking the meals to her regulars. This evening, however, she was decidedly uneasy. Not only was she faced with having Tim Hamilton acting as her chauffeur, she’d realized belatedly that he was going to have to drive her home, too. Hamilton Media was located in Davis Landing, in the high-rent district along the Cumberland River, while she lived in Hickory Mills, a place often referred to as the “wrong side of the tracks.” She didn’t relish having her hypercritical boss see her modest apartment, even from the outside.

  She considered phoning for a taxi, then changed her mind for fear of offending him. The door to Tim’s office stood ajar and she could hear him talking on the phone, so she waited till he’d ended his conversation before rapping on the door and easing it open a bit farther.

  “Mr. Hamilton?”

  “Yes?”

  He had removed his jacket, loosened his pale blue silk tie and rolled up his shirtsleeves, yet his wavy dark hair was perfectly combed and he still looked like a glossy ad for Armani suits or expensive Italian loafers.

  Dawn hesitated, then plunged ahead. “All that correspondence you wanted is stacked on my desk, waiting for your signature.”

  “Good. Thanks.”

  “I—uh—I thought I’d go home now.”

  “Is it that late already?”

  “I’m afraid so.”

  “Then we’d better get going.” He stood. “Where do you live?”

  “Hickory Mills. On Third Street.”

  “Then let’s go. Can’t keep hungry folks waiting for their dinner.”

  “I still feel bad about this. I wouldn’t agree to it except—”

  “Except I murdered your car. Have you heard anything about its repair or am I going to have to pay for its funeral, instead?”

  “Repair. Definitely repair,” Dawn said, smiling. “The garage called. They promised a price break and I told them to go ahead. I hope that was okay.”

  “Fine. Very efficient, as usual.” He slung his jacket over one shoulder, then joined her at the door. “I was going to do a bit more work before I called it a day but I guess I can come in early tomorrow. Let’s go.”

  Having to take two steps for each of his long strides, she was nearly running by the time they got to the elevator. He reached out and held the door for her to pass.

  “Thanks,” she said. “I’m glad you’re not in a hurry. I’d probably have to wear track shoes to keep up with you if you were.”

  “You were moving pretty fast this morning,” Tim countered. “I had to run down the stairs to catch you.”

  “Good thing you have such long legs then, huh?” Dawn saw him eye her much shorter stature and discerned a touch of wry humor in his expression. “My legs are not too short,” she insisted. “They reach all the way to the ground, don’t they?”

  Tim chuckled. “That, they do.”

  Suddenly, Dawn wished she’d kept her mouth shut instead of calling attention to herself. She wasn’t ashamed of her lithe figure or the feminine clothing she favored, she just hadn’t meant for her otherwise reserved boss to take special notice. There had been times, ever since she’d started working for him, that she’d secretly wished he’d at least acknowledge her as a living, breathing human being. Now that he had, however, she wasn’t so sure she liked it, especially since they were cooped up in a cramped elevator. Alone.

  Don’t be silly, her sensible side argued. There’s nothing wrong with taking an innocent elevator ride with a man, no matter how handsome and dashing he happens to be. And there was certainly nothing wrong with Tim Hamilton’s manners. He was every bit the perfect Southern gentleman he’d always been.

  Particularly in regard to other women, she added contritely. Until today, his suave graciousness had seemed reserved for women he saw socially. Now that Dawn was the recipient of the Hamilton charm, she wasn’t sure how she ought to react. One thing was certain, however. This was going to be a very long evening.

  If she could have been positive the whole unfolding sequence of events was God’s idea, maybe meant to show Tim how to appreciate the simple things in life more, she’d have been happier with the situation. Then again, who was she to question her Heavenly Father?

  The same silly person I’ve always been, she answered honestly. Some things were just beyond human comprehension and the only times she got herself into real trouble were when she tried to second-guess the Lord and help Him out.

  That ridiculous thought made her smile. As if God wasn’t capable of doing anything He wanted whether she cooperated or not!

  When they reached the ground floor, Herman Gordon hailed them. “Night, Mr. Tim, Miss Dawn.” He bent to retrieve a picnic basket from beneath the counter that he and his wife, Louise, considered their private bailiwick. “Here’s the stuff you ordered from Betty’s, sir. It was just delivered a few minutes ago. Miss Justine brought it over.”

  Tim took the basket from him. “Thanks, Herman. Have a good evening.”

  The old man waved a clipboard. “Gotta sign out. Them’s the rules.”

  “Do it for us,” Tim called back, hurrying Dawn toward the door. “You know who we are.”

  Dawn snickered quietly. “He’s a stickler, isn’t he?”

  “Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Tim said. “I just figured we’d better make tracks or he’d start telling us one of his long stories and you’d never get your meals delivered.” He led the way to his car. “Speaking of which, I thought we might be hungry, too, so I ordered a little dinner to go.”

  “That’s what’s in the basket?”

  “Uh-huh.” He opened the passenger door and held it for her. “I knew it wouldn’t be right to eat anything meant for delivery to your customers, so I planned ahead and ordered this when I had lunch at Betty’s today. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “No. Not at all.” He handed her the basket, closed her door and laid his suit coat neatly across the backseat before finally getting behind the wheel.

  Unsure of what he wanted her to do with the food, Dawn merely sat there on the smooth leather seat and held the basket on her lap.

  “Well, aren’t you hungry?” Tim asked.

  “Sure, but…you don’t intend for us to eat in the car, do you?”

  “Why not?”

  “Because. What if we spill something?”

  “Are you a messy eater?” There was evident humor in his tone.

  “Not usually.” She had to smile. “However, when I’m trying to keep from making a mess, it’s much harder not to. Murphy’s law, I guess.”

  “Then it’s a good thing I didn’t order spaghetti,” Tim said, laughing softly. “There are supposed to be three kinds of sandwiches in there, a couple of pickles and some cold bottles of sparkling water with lemon. Anything else was Betty’s idea.”

  “Three kinds of sandwiches?” Dawn lifted the lid and peeked into the basket. “You must be really hungry.”

  “I wasn’t sure what you liked and I wanted to cover all the bases, that’s all. We can eat what we want and toss the rest in the garbage.”

  “Not on your life! Where I come from we don’t waste food.”

  Tim started the car and pulled out onto Main
Street. “Where do you come from? I didn’t notice that part of your personnel file when I reviewed it for your promotion.”

  It struck Dawn as odd that anyone would choose to read a file for background information rather than talk to the person involved. But that was typical Tim Hamilton, wasn’t it? Typical, but sad.

  “My family’s from Louisiana, down by New Orleans.” She decided to elaborate rather than have him think she was ashamed of her roots, which she wasn’t. “Dad worked on the docks. Mom used to clean houses to help out.”

  “Are you from a big family like mine?”

  “No. There are just two of us. My brother, Phillipe, and me.”

  “I see. So, what brought you to Tennessee?”

  “College. I got a wonderful scholarship to Central Tennessee University.”

  “Really? That’s where my sister Melissa used to go to school.”

  Dawn nodded. “I never could have afforded CTU if it hadn’t been for the scholarship. I was going to become an English teacher.”

  “But you didn’t finish? Why not?”

  “Phil, mostly. He had a terrible accident that left him paralyzed. Mom stays home now to take care of him and I do all I can to help them out. The medical bills were unbelievable. Still are. I wouldn’t be sitting here talking to you if it hadn’t been for all that. It’s why I needed a full-time job.”

  “You’re going to go back to school, aren’t you?” He sounded genuinely concerned.

  “Maybe. Probably. I haven’t decided.”

  “College is vital,” Tim said. “We were all upset when Melissa dropped out and took off.”

  “She’s the baby of the family, isn’t she?”

  “Yes. In more ways than her age.” He changed the subject with a nod toward the basket. “Aren’t you going to eat something?”

  “I guess I should, since you went to all this trouble. What would you like?”

  “Considering the morning I had, I think I’d better keep both hands on the wheel, don’t you? Go ahead without me. I can grab a bite while you’re getting your meals ready or whatever it is you need to do.”