Wonders Of The Heart
Wonders Of The Heart
Ruth Scofield
TO EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASONAnd Spring had just arrived in Chad Alexander's household. Namely, Spring Barbour, an effervescent young woman who brought a breath of fresh air to the jaded businessman's worldalong with a storm of temptation.A TIME TO HEALOfficially, Spring was under Chad's roof for one purpose: to look after his orphaned kid sister. But as she sensed the anguish in her handsome employer's lonely heart, she suspected the Lord had another plan.A TIME TO LOVEUntil Spring came along, Chad's life was about work and worry. Now it was bursting with so much more: faith, laughtereven hope that he might build a future with the woman who had changed everything.
Spring wished she had artistic talent. Shed love to capture Chad on paper as he looked this very moment.
His hair reflected golden streaks under the lamplight, and the shadowed light gave his nose strength while it softened the tired lines around his mouth. An unexpected tenderness crept over her; she wanted so badly to smooth those lines away, to feel the texture of his skin beneath her fingers.
The man needed to go to bedto sleep solidly until morning. It couldnt hurt to merely suggest he call it a night.
She lowered herself beside him, keeping her focus squarely on his face. She leaned forward to place her hand on his shoulder. His soft breath brushed her skin, sending a quiver up her arm.
RUTH SCOFIELD
became serious about writing after shed raised her children. Until then, shed concentrated her life on being a June Cleavertype wife and mother, spent years as a Bible student and teacher for teens and young adults and led a weekly womens prayer group. When shed made a final wedding dress and her last child had left the nest, she declared to one and all that it was her turn to activate a dream. Thankfully, her husband applauded her decision.
Ruth began school in an old-fashioned rural two-room schoolhouse and grew up in the days before television, giving substance to her notion that she still has one foot in the last century. However, active involvement with six rambunctious grandchildren has her eagerly looking forward to the next millennium. After living on the East Coast for years, Ruth and her husband now live in Missouri.
Wonders of the Heart
Ruth Scofield
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness,
and all these things will be given to you as well.
Matthew 6:33
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and
certain of what we do not see. This is what the
ancients were commended for.
Hebrews 11:12
To the BICC gang.
May you all continue long and creatively
as each of you balance life with gracious dedication
to love, family, your talent and our Father.
And to my daughters, Karen, Laura and Lisa,
who do the same. God bless you.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Letter to Reader
Chapter One
Chad Alexander unlocked the door and entered his apartment. Too tired and hungry for comfort, he wondered if there was anything edible left in his kitchen. He shouldve swallowed his distaste for airport food, he guessed now, and grabbed something before starting for home. He didnt think he had any energy left to visit Harrys Grill, the closest place where he could order a decent meal.
He listened for his sister, Honor Suzanne.
On first observation, the apartment was fairly quiet. A CD played. He recognized the music only as a classical piece. One table lamp shed a narrow stream of light from the living room.
He set his bags down in the foyer, habit making him glance at the hall table for any mail that had caught up to him. Picking up the half-dozen on top, he stepped from the hall into the living room.
A blur of dark diaphanous skirts flashed by him in a whirl, bringing him up short. A pale bare foot paused, burrowing deep into the smooth off-white carpet, while its mate rose eye-high, arched and pointy-toed. Shapely arms reached high, fingers poised in a graceful arch. Ever slowly, the head bent backward on a delicate neck. Dark locks swung free of the dancers shoulders creating a graceful motion into the air.
Caught up in the beauty of the dancer, he could only stare for a long moment. This wasnt his sister.
Spotting him, the young woman returned his look from upside down and froze. Oh! Oh, my! She righted herself instantly and spun to glare at him. Who are you?
A moment before, hed thought her to be a friend of his sisters, but now he revised his opinion. She was older than fourteen-year-old Honor Suzanne by a good five years.
I may well ask you the same, he said with sudden suspicion. What was this young woman doing here? Was she a neighbor? A dance teacher? He hadnt authorized the expenditure, though he had no objection.
I live here, she answered, her blue-green eyes taking on a suspicious glint of their own.
He saw her gaze run over his unshaven jaw and wrinkled sport coat, giving him the impression she evaluated him with a decisive checklist in mind.
How did you get in? I can call Security, you know.
That isnt necessary, he muttered, letting irony lace his words. If hed been a burglar or otherwise bad guy, her actions held all the intimidation of a mouses. I have a key.
You do?
I do. Wheres Mrs. Hinkle?
Who?
He hardened his jaw, as her gaze went a little wider. Did she think hed buy that innocent act? What was she trying to pull? Some kind of scam? Something was definitely out of kilter here. Mrs. Hinkle. Where is she?
Um. She pursed her nicely shaped lips into a pretty pout. Sir, are you sure you have the right apartment? Perhaps
Just a shade too polite. Not a New Yorker. She was a good actress, hed give her that.
Was that it? Was she one of the many young things who came to New York every year hoping to break into theater, and shed conned her way into his household?
Uh-uh. You cant pull that. His irritation boiled to the surface and he stepped closer, eyes narrowed. This is my apartment.
I think, sir She retreated, two spots of color blossoming in her cheeks. Her gaze never wavered from his face as she fumbled behind her for the phone lying on the shadowed lamp table. that you should identify yourself immediately, or I will call Security.
Thats an excellent idea, missy. Call Security. And you may identify yourself! And tell me where my sister is, he demanded, his tone harsh and threatening. Explain what youve done with her.
Chad! Honor Suzanne shouted behind him. She quickly stepped around and into the room to stand beside the young woman. Here I amdont get yourself into a twist. Nothings wrong.
Honor, he croaked. He waited a moment to let his pounding heart slow down. Its about time you made an appearance. I thought I was beginning to think the worst.
Well, there isnt a worst. At least, not now, Honor insisted. This is Spring. And you dont have to scare us out of our back teeth. Its late and youre home early. We didnt expect you till next week.
Sorry, he mumbled, glancing at his watch. Ten oclock wasnt late by New York standards. Unclenching his hands, he twitched a shoulder in irritation. Why should he apologize for coming home at any time he chose?
Spring continued to stare at him, eyes wide, then she abruptly caught her breath as though breaking a spell.
Chad. Her color spread into her hairline. Of course. I shouldve known. Im so sorry. Im the one to apologize, and I do so humbly. You obviously didnt remember about me being here. Im Spring Barbour.
She thrust her hand forward in a rather formal offer to shake hands. He took it slowly, enveloping her slender fingers and palm in his for a required moment. He felt the delicate bones beneath, and slid a thumb across warm skin.
I dont recall being told of your presence at all, he murmured.
Oh, really? she said with a slight frown in Honor Suzannes direction. Sorry. I suppose that information must have been lost along the way? But you dont look like those snapshots Honor has of you, do you? Not much, anyway. My goodness, they mustve been taken ages ago. Otherwise, I wouldve recognized you right off. You should have something professionally done, really.
She dropped his hand, leaving his palm with a sense of loss. But it doesnt matter now She trailed off.
Good. Shed hushed. Hed begun to think she never breathed. Yet her voice was soft, with a gentle accent.
He glanced at his sister, wondering about her choice in friends. At twenty years her senior, he didnt know much about teenagers, and supposed hed have to study a bit to get up to speed.
Spring moved to turn off the CD player, her midnight blue skirts, made of some floaty material, dancing around her ankles. Raveling threads tickled her toes. He noticed for the first time that the hem wasnt stitched. Hed already noted she had only one sleeve in the top, the neckline slanting to reveal a graceful white throat. Her dark hair fell like feathers against her bare shoulders.
Thats a long ride in from the airport, isnt it? she picked up again as she turned back. What time did you land?
Couple of hours ago, he muttered, wondering who and what she was. He still wanted to know where Mrs. Hinkle had gone, thinking the woman had better have a doggone excellent excuse for allowing this young person to move into his apartment.
Where was the girl sleeping? Hed had to give up his den to accommodate the housekeeper. Another body in his apartment would put a big crunch in his life, on his space. And privacy. He had enough adjustments to face as it was.
Ill just bet youre hungry, Spring continued. Did you have anything? No? Honor, did you finish that English paper?
Uh-huh. Eight pages, Honor said, looking pleased. Its much better now, since you showed me where I missed my theme. Bound to pull an A.
Good. Then you can start the tea kettle while I change. Ill only be a minute. Chad, why dont you go on into the kitchen with Honor, and Ill be there in a minute to find something for you to eat.
You will? Why should she? He could take care of himself. And he wasnt a guest!
And where was that blasted housekeeper?
But his words only trailed her, as Spring disappeared down the hall. He turned to his sister. Wheres Mrs. Hinkle?
Um, Chad Honor laid a hand on his arm, anxiously coaxing him past the dining room alcove and into the kitchen. Mrs. Hinkle isnt here.
I can see that. The dining alcove was a mess. The table was covered with some of the same dark cloth Spring wore, and a sewing machine sat at the end. Scraps and loose threads lay on the floor. He yanked his gaze back to his sisters face. Where is she?
I fired her.
Excuse me? He halted in the middle of the small kitchen, realizing that something had changed there, but unable to give it the attention it deserved in the face of Honor Suzannes news. You cant be serious.
Well, I am. I did. I hired Spring, instead.
You what? He couldnt believe what hed heard. No one in their right mind would allow a fourteen-year-old to hire or fire an employee. What had the employment agency said? Who had she talked with?
I hired Spring
How could you? What about the employment agency?
They didnt have much to say about it after the letter I wrote. I didnt like Mrs. Hinkle.
Now wait a minute. You wrote a letter to the agency? Why, what was the need?
I told you, I didnt like Mrs. Hinkle.
You said nothing before I left about not liking Mrs. Hinkle. Why didnt you inform me? Talk to me? And merely not liking her isnt enough reason to take such drastic action.
I tried to talk to you once, but Honor turned away to fill an enameled tea kettle hed never seen with bottled water, before setting it on a burner. Well, you were so busy, and, anyway, I didnt know about Mrs. Hinkle until after you left.
The mild statement, carrying a good degree of guilt, hit him straight between the eyes. He hadnt heard Honor because hed been too busy to listen to her teenage twaddle.
He hid his sense of frustration, and mentally chided himself. He might not have been eager to take Honor Suzanne into his life, but hed had no other choice when shed become so depressed after their father died, only two years after Honors mother had passed away. Now he was all she had, her only living relative.
He ran a hand against his jaw and turned away to shed his jacket. True, hed been too involved in getting his last-minute arrangements in place for an extended absence to interview many candidates. It all had happened at once; Honor coming to live with him as he was preparing for a working trip through several European countries.
Tell me why you didnt like Mrs. Hinkle, he said, pulling out one of two kitchen chairs at the tiny table meant for one. She came well recommended by the agency. Couldnt you have lived with your dislike until I got home?
No, I couldnt. She was impossible. And I dont know why they recommended her, she muttered. She steals.
Steals? He frowned, silently questioning how such a woman could have gotten past the agency screening. Are you sure? Could you have misinterpreted something you saw?
No, I didnt, Chad.
She thrust out her small chin, reminding him of her mother, Sandra. He hadnt liked Sandra.
I saw her going through your desk, Honor insisted.
I left my desk double-locked. Uneasiness began to set in. He didnt keep a lot of important papers in his home office unless he was working there, but he still didnt like the idea of anything being disturbed. He did keep a list of his private bank numbers and associated interactions in a notebook in the bottom drawer, but it would have to be an experienced thief to take advantage of the coded knowledge.
Hed check his desk contents before going to bed, but said now, Well, there isnt anything of movable cash value in there, anyway. And I left the household funds in a special account. Mrs. Hinkle only had to charge anything else you needed.
Well, she pried the desk open, Honor insisted. She reached for a pig-faced cookie jar, half-filled, which hed never seen. In fact, you can see scratches on the brass key holes, if you look closely.
Frowning, he rubbed the base of his neck where a headache was forming. The problem was more serious than hed thought. What did you do? Why didnt you call me?
I didnt think I should bother you with it, Chad. You said you wouldnt have time to keep track of whats going on at home. Uncle Walter and Mr. Lester took care of it.
Walter Peebles, his fathers friend and accountant, and Lester Brown, their building super. Hed have a long talk with Lester first thing in the morning. Right before he called the agency.
Hed reach Walter before he went to bed.
Didnt want to be bothered? Guilt nearly choked him now; he had said it. Hed failed royally as a brother. Honor, I merely meant I wouldnt have time for, umuh-oh, stuff it. Id have taken time to deal with this problem, whatever it was.
He took a cookie from the plate Honor set on the table. Home-baked oatmeal, a longtime favorite.
But you said you were really, really busy on this trip and for me not to expect a lot of communication from you since youd be moving around a lot, Honor persisted, half-accusing.
She poured boiling water into an old, crackled ceramic teapot and covered it with a bright red cover. The teapot was another item he didnt remember.
You couldnt come home till your business was finished, thats what you said.
She set out three china cups; at last, something he recognized. Vaguely. He couldnt remember the last time hed entertained at home, but he thought those to be the ones his girlfriend of two years ago had purchased for him.
Honor set out a small jar of honey, and spoons. So I decided to handle it myself. And I had Danas help.
Whos Dana?
Dana Bates. My ministers wife. She knows about these things, Chad, and she helped me find Spring.
Hmmm A minister and his wife. He rubbed his jaw, then ran his hand against the back of his head, while visions of smug, do-gooding people marched through his thoughts. Thats all he neededinterference from another direction. Hed had enough of that from well-meaning old family friends after his father died, leaving his estate in a mess.
He probably should put this off until hed had some sleep; after all, Honor was safe and sound, and he couldnt pursue an investigation on anything stolen until morning. Buthe wouldnt.
All right. He let his breath out on a long-suffering note. Tell me about Spring. Last name. Who is she? Where is she from? Where did you find her? What are her references? And how old is she?
Chapter Two
My name is Spring Eve Barbour, and I do assure you, Mr. Alexander, Im a very reputable person.
Spring stood in the kitchen doorway, addressing Chad formally, letting him in on her awareness of the seriousness of his questions. She didnt feel at all nervous, trusting in Uncle Williams dictates to always deal with the truth, but she thought if shed had anything to hide, Chads narrowed stare might unnerve her.
Ill be glad to trot out my references if you want to see them, but Dana will verify that she checked my credibility and found that I am who I am and all that stuff before Honor and I struck our bargain.
Spring moved into the small kitchen on this last. She took into account the deep lines fanning Chads eyes and the taut skin across his cheekbones, and wondered if hed stay awake long enough to eat anything even if she prepared it.
Opening the refrigerator door, she stared at the contents to determine what might be the quickest thing to serve. Hed want something hot, she thought, but a man that seriously tired also needed something reasonably balanced on his stomach before he went to bed.
How about scrambled eggs and ham? She turned to look at him over her shoulder as she asked. Hed removed his jacket and tie, and unbuttoned his shirt a few buttons down. His head rested against the wall, causing his eyes to go half-mast, the blue irises deepening to a dark stirring.
They caused a stirring in her middle, too. Something that spread throughout her like hot sweet cider in her mouth, with a spicy kick on the edges of her tongue.
And, um, Im twenty-three. Why that was suddenly important, she didnt knowexcept that she wanted him to know. She might be new to the Big Apple, but she wasnt too young and naive to care for a young girl.
Yet that wasnt the only reason she wanted him to know she was well past legalfor anything.
Twenty-three, he repeated as though he didnt quite believe her. His quick glance down her faded jeans and T-shirt didnt help her cause.
Spring knew she didnt look her age. Her twin, Autumn, and she had found it rather funny these last few years when someone mistook them for younger, but it had never been a real problem. A little makeup usually helped, but she seldom wore it unless she was going out.
Since he hadnt said no to the eggs, she pulled out the egg carton and other ingredients, and faced the counter and stove top to work, which gave him her back to view.
Spring no longer wondered about his skepticism. It was natural. While shed heard all about Honors problems with her predecessor, obviously Chad had gone about his business in ignorance. She hadnt given much thought to the fact that his messages from Europe were sketchy. Shed thought Chad had been informed about the change in the household. About her being there.
Now she was in an awkward position.
Honor, why dont you toast a couple of biscuits, too. Or she glanced at Chad again, gauging his reaction would you prefer toast? All we have on hand is wheat bread.
Whatever you have is fine, he muttered. And yes, I think I would like to see those references, if you dont mind.
All right. Ill find them while you eat.
Really, Chad, you dont have to do that, Honor protested. Dana already checked all of Springs references and found them excellent. Besides, Spring really helped me out of a jam, and we get along terrifically. You just dont know
Thats just it, kiddo. I dont know. And I do need to see them. What kind of a lawyer would I be if I didnt pay close attention to details? Or follow up? Its my job to look into the inner workings of corporate issues and mergers, and make sure the reported backgrounds and company assets and potential is as stated.
But I couldnt have
Hes quite right, Honor, Spring said, sending her young friend a Cool it glance. Shed corner Honor later over this lack of communication, but now wasnt the time. Hed be a poor kind of brother to accept me at face value without checking my references, when we live together. Um, rather, when I live in your apartment and come from who-knows-where, as far as he knows.
Her agreement didnt seem to placate him much, but Chads attention turned to the plate of fluffy eggs and slice of warmed ham she set before him.
A moment later, Honor retrieved a couple of biscuits from the toaster oven, split, buttered, then browned under the broiler as Spring had shown her. She placed them next to his plate.
Spring found the sugarless strawberry jam and set it in the center of the table.
Spring stepped back and folded her hands in front of her. On the other side of Chad, Honor shifted from one foot to the other, pursing her mouth. Chad looked from his sister to her, then down at his plate.
It struck Spring that they were like two young servant girls from a century ago, hovering over the master to see what else they could do to please him. She wanted to laugh at her mental image, drawn from reading all those English classics of which Uncle William approved. Plus the historical novels she read undercover, to which shed been addicted in her teen years.
She bit her lip to keep her giggle under control. Honor gave her a puzzled glance, to which she answered with a slight shake of her head.
Spring did miss her sister. Autumn would have read her mind instantly, and understood her line of thought. Even if Spring explained it, Honor Suzanne was simply too young to catch the humor.
Then she saw the rising suspicion in Chads glinting dark blue eyes, and her humor vanished. Hed never get the joke.
Well, smothering him with kindness wasnt such a good idea, Spring decided. He wouldnt understand the attention as mere kindness, or hed misinterpret it altogether.
Turning, she left the kitchen to search for her references. A month ago, shed no notion that shed find being a companion to a young girl to hold so much complication. Or fun, either. She and Honor got along as though born to be friends. Honor was as new to the city as she, and theyd been exploring Manhattan together in their free time.
A few moments later, she reentered the kitchen. Chad had nearly cleaned his plate, she quickly noted.
and you should see some of the collections! Funny stuff from a long time ago. Centuries, even, Honor said, telling of their recent visit to the Design Museum.
Most of it wasnt funny when it was designed, Spring reminded her with a grin. And a generation or two past doesnt quite make it into the centuries category for Mrs. Pine or Mr. Steward, now does it?
Chad raised a brow. Who?
These old people at church, Honor explained, then hastily added, But theyre really neat. They, like, visited our Sunday night Jumpstart a couple of weeks ago and told us about how it was when they were teenagers. Mr. Steward enlisted in the Army to fight in World War II when he was only seventeen.
Whats Jumpstart? Again, Chad raised a brow, but then lowered it into a frown. Finished eating, he leaned back in his chair and sipped his tea. Giving it a quick glance, Spring noticed his startled reaction at the herbal concoction. Yet he made no comment, merely returning his cup to its saucer.
Its our weekly meeting for high schoolers, mostly, Honor explained. Lots of college kids come, too. Only, we have more than just kids who attend. Its awesome, Chad. You should come sometime. Spring does, and
What do you do there?
We Jumpstart the week with Bible Study and prayer and encouraging stuff. And Josh Nolan, our youth minister, usually talks, but its not like a heavy sermon or anything.
Chads eyes began to droop.
Perhaps youd rather hear all of this tomorrow, Spring murmured, thinking they were losing his attention fast. It wasnt fair to overload an already exhausted mind, and expect that mind to later retain an ounce of intelligent memory, Uncle William used to say. Of course, he would say that especially when she and Autumn wanted to talk to him at the same time.
Spring smiled inwardly at the memory. Uncle William had died a few months before, having urged her and Autumn to pursue their dreams, and leaving each of them with a small legacy to do so.
Now she was having adventures in New York City.
Chad assessed her face a moment before saying, Some of it can wait. Right now, I want to know more about you, if you dont mind.
Sure. Of course. Here you go She placed a copy of her resume in front of him. It gave her educational background and work and personal references from Kansas City, her hometown. She hadnt a wide range of worldly experience, she was ready to admit, but she felt perfectly confident in watching over Honor Suzanne and guiding her schoolwork. After all, shed been the more nurturing of the two sisters at home, and could run a household with perfect ease.
I attended a Midwest community college, which I know isnt very impressive by any of the big school standards, but Ive worked steadily since I turned eighteen and I have a good work ethic. Uncle William saw to that. He raised my sister Autumn, and me.
What are you doing here in New York? Chad asked.
Im a dress designer. Or I want to be. Ive been putting in my applications around the city and showing some of my sketches.
I see. And do your duties here leave you enough time for all that? His tone had an edge of sarcasm, but Spring ignored it while Honor gazed adoringly at her brother.
Shes bound to be accepted someplace, Chad, Honor put in enthusiastically. Shes really good. That dress she was wearing when you came in is for one of the women in our church. Shes a ballet dancer and needed a dressmaker, so Dana suggested
You run a business out of this apartment? Chad sat forward abruptly, his tone sharp.
Well, its not exactly a real business, Spring answered. Only a little sewing.
Do you accept money for your services?
Um, yes. A few dollars. But
You must stop it immediately! This apartment is strictly residential and has an airtight code against using it for business purposes. You could get us fined or kicked out of our lease for such an offence.
Oh, IIm sorry. I didnt realize
We didnt know that, Chad, Honor said, her lower lip beginning to tremble. Dont be mad. We just thought to earn a little extra spending money
Spending money? I think for what I pay you, he all but sputtered at Spring before turning to Honor, and your allowance, that youd have quite enough for mere pocket money. What have you been buying, anyway?
Spring decided it wasnt the time to inform him she hadnt been paid, or that Honor hadnt received an allowance for weeks. Already, she knew it would disturb him. Hed learn the necessary details in due time.
Nothing out of reason, Mr. Alexander. Only tickets to special exhibits and a few restaurant meals. Few was the operative word, Spring thought, with New York prices so much higher than what she was used to. But that didnt come out of anyones salary.
No, Im sure it didnt. Household accounts, I suppose. Well, Ill look at the receipts and do the accounting tomorrow. You did keep receipts, didnt you?
Spring hadnt meant the expenditures had come from the household accounts, but she guessed hed discover that soon enough, too. Actually, I didnt see a need.
His frown deepened. Really? How did you expect to justify the budget I left for you? What about the credit card bills?
I didnt see a budget. She brushed her bangs from her eyes, beginning to feel a little ruffled. Sorry. But youll find everything is in order since Ive been here, and we have no outstanding bills. We simply pay cash as we go.
Is there anything left from the discretionary fund I left for Mrs. Hinkles use?
What discretionary fund? Spring asked.
No, Chad. Thats what I wanted to tell you, Honor said. Theres nothing left in the cash account or the credit card limit. Mrs. Hinkle spent it all, including my allowance, in the first ten days after you left.
What? His mouth dropped as he tried to take in what Honor had said. But there was enough there to cover everything except the most dire of emergencies, and she was directed to apply to Walter Peebles if there was any greater need. How could she have run through what shouldve lasted three months?
Well, she did. And Uncle Walter turned down a couple of requests she made to him. When I called Uncle Walter, he told me what to do. We notified all our credit card accounts, and closed out the two bank accounts and opened new ones. Dana and Spring helped me do that. But you have to sign the new bank cards, Uncle Walter said.
Chad brushed a hand over his face. Had he fallen through a rabbit hole?
Let me get this right. You say Mrs. Hinkle took all the cash Id left for spending money, cashed out the household account, and made inroads on the credit cards, and you caught her jimmying my desk, as well?
Thats what Ive been trying to tell you. Spring
Good grief, Honor Suzanne Chad nearly shot out of his chair. Why didnt you call me? What on earth were you thinking, not to inform me of such a huge problem?
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Ruth Scofield
TO EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASONAnd Spring had just arrived in Chad Alexander's household. Namely, Spring Barbour, an effervescent young woman who brought a breath of fresh air to the jaded businessman's worldalong with a storm of temptation.A TIME TO HEALOfficially, Spring was under Chad's roof for one purpose: to look after his orphaned kid sister. But as she sensed the anguish in her handsome employer's lonely heart, she suspected the Lord had another plan.A TIME TO LOVEUntil Spring came along, Chad's life was about work and worry. Now it was bursting with so much more: faith, laughtereven hope that he might build a future with the woman who had changed everything.
Spring wished she had artistic talent. Shed love to capture Chad on paper as he looked this very moment.
His hair reflected golden streaks under the lamplight, and the shadowed light gave his nose strength while it softened the tired lines around his mouth. An unexpected tenderness crept over her; she wanted so badly to smooth those lines away, to feel the texture of his skin beneath her fingers.
The man needed to go to bedto sleep solidly until morning. It couldnt hurt to merely suggest he call it a night.
She lowered herself beside him, keeping her focus squarely on his face. She leaned forward to place her hand on his shoulder. His soft breath brushed her skin, sending a quiver up her arm.
RUTH SCOFIELD
became serious about writing after shed raised her children. Until then, shed concentrated her life on being a June Cleavertype wife and mother, spent years as a Bible student and teacher for teens and young adults and led a weekly womens prayer group. When shed made a final wedding dress and her last child had left the nest, she declared to one and all that it was her turn to activate a dream. Thankfully, her husband applauded her decision.
Ruth began school in an old-fashioned rural two-room schoolhouse and grew up in the days before television, giving substance to her notion that she still has one foot in the last century. However, active involvement with six rambunctious grandchildren has her eagerly looking forward to the next millennium. After living on the East Coast for years, Ruth and her husband now live in Missouri.
Wonders of the Heart
Ruth Scofield
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness,
and all these things will be given to you as well.
Matthew 6:33
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and
certain of what we do not see. This is what the
ancients were commended for.
Hebrews 11:12
To the BICC gang.
May you all continue long and creatively
as each of you balance life with gracious dedication
to love, family, your talent and our Father.
And to my daughters, Karen, Laura and Lisa,
who do the same. God bless you.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Letter to Reader
Chapter One
Chad Alexander unlocked the door and entered his apartment. Too tired and hungry for comfort, he wondered if there was anything edible left in his kitchen. He shouldve swallowed his distaste for airport food, he guessed now, and grabbed something before starting for home. He didnt think he had any energy left to visit Harrys Grill, the closest place where he could order a decent meal.
He listened for his sister, Honor Suzanne.
On first observation, the apartment was fairly quiet. A CD played. He recognized the music only as a classical piece. One table lamp shed a narrow stream of light from the living room.
He set his bags down in the foyer, habit making him glance at the hall table for any mail that had caught up to him. Picking up the half-dozen on top, he stepped from the hall into the living room.
A blur of dark diaphanous skirts flashed by him in a whirl, bringing him up short. A pale bare foot paused, burrowing deep into the smooth off-white carpet, while its mate rose eye-high, arched and pointy-toed. Shapely arms reached high, fingers poised in a graceful arch. Ever slowly, the head bent backward on a delicate neck. Dark locks swung free of the dancers shoulders creating a graceful motion into the air.
Caught up in the beauty of the dancer, he could only stare for a long moment. This wasnt his sister.
Spotting him, the young woman returned his look from upside down and froze. Oh! Oh, my! She righted herself instantly and spun to glare at him. Who are you?
A moment before, hed thought her to be a friend of his sisters, but now he revised his opinion. She was older than fourteen-year-old Honor Suzanne by a good five years.
I may well ask you the same, he said with sudden suspicion. What was this young woman doing here? Was she a neighbor? A dance teacher? He hadnt authorized the expenditure, though he had no objection.
I live here, she answered, her blue-green eyes taking on a suspicious glint of their own.
He saw her gaze run over his unshaven jaw and wrinkled sport coat, giving him the impression she evaluated him with a decisive checklist in mind.
How did you get in? I can call Security, you know.
That isnt necessary, he muttered, letting irony lace his words. If hed been a burglar or otherwise bad guy, her actions held all the intimidation of a mouses. I have a key.
You do?
I do. Wheres Mrs. Hinkle?
Who?
He hardened his jaw, as her gaze went a little wider. Did she think hed buy that innocent act? What was she trying to pull? Some kind of scam? Something was definitely out of kilter here. Mrs. Hinkle. Where is she?
Um. She pursed her nicely shaped lips into a pretty pout. Sir, are you sure you have the right apartment? Perhaps
Just a shade too polite. Not a New Yorker. She was a good actress, hed give her that.
Was that it? Was she one of the many young things who came to New York every year hoping to break into theater, and shed conned her way into his household?
Uh-uh. You cant pull that. His irritation boiled to the surface and he stepped closer, eyes narrowed. This is my apartment.
I think, sir She retreated, two spots of color blossoming in her cheeks. Her gaze never wavered from his face as she fumbled behind her for the phone lying on the shadowed lamp table. that you should identify yourself immediately, or I will call Security.
Thats an excellent idea, missy. Call Security. And you may identify yourself! And tell me where my sister is, he demanded, his tone harsh and threatening. Explain what youve done with her.
Chad! Honor Suzanne shouted behind him. She quickly stepped around and into the room to stand beside the young woman. Here I amdont get yourself into a twist. Nothings wrong.
Honor, he croaked. He waited a moment to let his pounding heart slow down. Its about time you made an appearance. I thought I was beginning to think the worst.
Well, there isnt a worst. At least, not now, Honor insisted. This is Spring. And you dont have to scare us out of our back teeth. Its late and youre home early. We didnt expect you till next week.
Sorry, he mumbled, glancing at his watch. Ten oclock wasnt late by New York standards. Unclenching his hands, he twitched a shoulder in irritation. Why should he apologize for coming home at any time he chose?
Spring continued to stare at him, eyes wide, then she abruptly caught her breath as though breaking a spell.
Chad. Her color spread into her hairline. Of course. I shouldve known. Im so sorry. Im the one to apologize, and I do so humbly. You obviously didnt remember about me being here. Im Spring Barbour.
She thrust her hand forward in a rather formal offer to shake hands. He took it slowly, enveloping her slender fingers and palm in his for a required moment. He felt the delicate bones beneath, and slid a thumb across warm skin.
I dont recall being told of your presence at all, he murmured.
Oh, really? she said with a slight frown in Honor Suzannes direction. Sorry. I suppose that information must have been lost along the way? But you dont look like those snapshots Honor has of you, do you? Not much, anyway. My goodness, they mustve been taken ages ago. Otherwise, I wouldve recognized you right off. You should have something professionally done, really.
She dropped his hand, leaving his palm with a sense of loss. But it doesnt matter now She trailed off.
Good. Shed hushed. Hed begun to think she never breathed. Yet her voice was soft, with a gentle accent.
He glanced at his sister, wondering about her choice in friends. At twenty years her senior, he didnt know much about teenagers, and supposed hed have to study a bit to get up to speed.
Spring moved to turn off the CD player, her midnight blue skirts, made of some floaty material, dancing around her ankles. Raveling threads tickled her toes. He noticed for the first time that the hem wasnt stitched. Hed already noted she had only one sleeve in the top, the neckline slanting to reveal a graceful white throat. Her dark hair fell like feathers against her bare shoulders.
Thats a long ride in from the airport, isnt it? she picked up again as she turned back. What time did you land?
Couple of hours ago, he muttered, wondering who and what she was. He still wanted to know where Mrs. Hinkle had gone, thinking the woman had better have a doggone excellent excuse for allowing this young person to move into his apartment.
Where was the girl sleeping? Hed had to give up his den to accommodate the housekeeper. Another body in his apartment would put a big crunch in his life, on his space. And privacy. He had enough adjustments to face as it was.
Ill just bet youre hungry, Spring continued. Did you have anything? No? Honor, did you finish that English paper?
Uh-huh. Eight pages, Honor said, looking pleased. Its much better now, since you showed me where I missed my theme. Bound to pull an A.
Good. Then you can start the tea kettle while I change. Ill only be a minute. Chad, why dont you go on into the kitchen with Honor, and Ill be there in a minute to find something for you to eat.
You will? Why should she? He could take care of himself. And he wasnt a guest!
And where was that blasted housekeeper?
But his words only trailed her, as Spring disappeared down the hall. He turned to his sister. Wheres Mrs. Hinkle?
Um, Chad Honor laid a hand on his arm, anxiously coaxing him past the dining room alcove and into the kitchen. Mrs. Hinkle isnt here.
I can see that. The dining alcove was a mess. The table was covered with some of the same dark cloth Spring wore, and a sewing machine sat at the end. Scraps and loose threads lay on the floor. He yanked his gaze back to his sisters face. Where is she?
I fired her.
Excuse me? He halted in the middle of the small kitchen, realizing that something had changed there, but unable to give it the attention it deserved in the face of Honor Suzannes news. You cant be serious.
Well, I am. I did. I hired Spring, instead.
You what? He couldnt believe what hed heard. No one in their right mind would allow a fourteen-year-old to hire or fire an employee. What had the employment agency said? Who had she talked with?
I hired Spring
How could you? What about the employment agency?
They didnt have much to say about it after the letter I wrote. I didnt like Mrs. Hinkle.
Now wait a minute. You wrote a letter to the agency? Why, what was the need?
I told you, I didnt like Mrs. Hinkle.
You said nothing before I left about not liking Mrs. Hinkle. Why didnt you inform me? Talk to me? And merely not liking her isnt enough reason to take such drastic action.
I tried to talk to you once, but Honor turned away to fill an enameled tea kettle hed never seen with bottled water, before setting it on a burner. Well, you were so busy, and, anyway, I didnt know about Mrs. Hinkle until after you left.
The mild statement, carrying a good degree of guilt, hit him straight between the eyes. He hadnt heard Honor because hed been too busy to listen to her teenage twaddle.
He hid his sense of frustration, and mentally chided himself. He might not have been eager to take Honor Suzanne into his life, but hed had no other choice when shed become so depressed after their father died, only two years after Honors mother had passed away. Now he was all she had, her only living relative.
He ran a hand against his jaw and turned away to shed his jacket. True, hed been too involved in getting his last-minute arrangements in place for an extended absence to interview many candidates. It all had happened at once; Honor coming to live with him as he was preparing for a working trip through several European countries.
Tell me why you didnt like Mrs. Hinkle, he said, pulling out one of two kitchen chairs at the tiny table meant for one. She came well recommended by the agency. Couldnt you have lived with your dislike until I got home?
No, I couldnt. She was impossible. And I dont know why they recommended her, she muttered. She steals.
Steals? He frowned, silently questioning how such a woman could have gotten past the agency screening. Are you sure? Could you have misinterpreted something you saw?
No, I didnt, Chad.
She thrust out her small chin, reminding him of her mother, Sandra. He hadnt liked Sandra.
I saw her going through your desk, Honor insisted.
I left my desk double-locked. Uneasiness began to set in. He didnt keep a lot of important papers in his home office unless he was working there, but he still didnt like the idea of anything being disturbed. He did keep a list of his private bank numbers and associated interactions in a notebook in the bottom drawer, but it would have to be an experienced thief to take advantage of the coded knowledge.
Hed check his desk contents before going to bed, but said now, Well, there isnt anything of movable cash value in there, anyway. And I left the household funds in a special account. Mrs. Hinkle only had to charge anything else you needed.
Well, she pried the desk open, Honor insisted. She reached for a pig-faced cookie jar, half-filled, which hed never seen. In fact, you can see scratches on the brass key holes, if you look closely.
Frowning, he rubbed the base of his neck where a headache was forming. The problem was more serious than hed thought. What did you do? Why didnt you call me?
I didnt think I should bother you with it, Chad. You said you wouldnt have time to keep track of whats going on at home. Uncle Walter and Mr. Lester took care of it.
Walter Peebles, his fathers friend and accountant, and Lester Brown, their building super. Hed have a long talk with Lester first thing in the morning. Right before he called the agency.
Hed reach Walter before he went to bed.
Didnt want to be bothered? Guilt nearly choked him now; he had said it. Hed failed royally as a brother. Honor, I merely meant I wouldnt have time for, umuh-oh, stuff it. Id have taken time to deal with this problem, whatever it was.
He took a cookie from the plate Honor set on the table. Home-baked oatmeal, a longtime favorite.
But you said you were really, really busy on this trip and for me not to expect a lot of communication from you since youd be moving around a lot, Honor persisted, half-accusing.
She poured boiling water into an old, crackled ceramic teapot and covered it with a bright red cover. The teapot was another item he didnt remember.
You couldnt come home till your business was finished, thats what you said.
She set out three china cups; at last, something he recognized. Vaguely. He couldnt remember the last time hed entertained at home, but he thought those to be the ones his girlfriend of two years ago had purchased for him.
Honor set out a small jar of honey, and spoons. So I decided to handle it myself. And I had Danas help.
Whos Dana?
Dana Bates. My ministers wife. She knows about these things, Chad, and she helped me find Spring.
Hmmm A minister and his wife. He rubbed his jaw, then ran his hand against the back of his head, while visions of smug, do-gooding people marched through his thoughts. Thats all he neededinterference from another direction. Hed had enough of that from well-meaning old family friends after his father died, leaving his estate in a mess.
He probably should put this off until hed had some sleep; after all, Honor was safe and sound, and he couldnt pursue an investigation on anything stolen until morning. Buthe wouldnt.
All right. He let his breath out on a long-suffering note. Tell me about Spring. Last name. Who is she? Where is she from? Where did you find her? What are her references? And how old is she?
Chapter Two
My name is Spring Eve Barbour, and I do assure you, Mr. Alexander, Im a very reputable person.
Spring stood in the kitchen doorway, addressing Chad formally, letting him in on her awareness of the seriousness of his questions. She didnt feel at all nervous, trusting in Uncle Williams dictates to always deal with the truth, but she thought if shed had anything to hide, Chads narrowed stare might unnerve her.
Ill be glad to trot out my references if you want to see them, but Dana will verify that she checked my credibility and found that I am who I am and all that stuff before Honor and I struck our bargain.
Spring moved into the small kitchen on this last. She took into account the deep lines fanning Chads eyes and the taut skin across his cheekbones, and wondered if hed stay awake long enough to eat anything even if she prepared it.
Opening the refrigerator door, she stared at the contents to determine what might be the quickest thing to serve. Hed want something hot, she thought, but a man that seriously tired also needed something reasonably balanced on his stomach before he went to bed.
How about scrambled eggs and ham? She turned to look at him over her shoulder as she asked. Hed removed his jacket and tie, and unbuttoned his shirt a few buttons down. His head rested against the wall, causing his eyes to go half-mast, the blue irises deepening to a dark stirring.
They caused a stirring in her middle, too. Something that spread throughout her like hot sweet cider in her mouth, with a spicy kick on the edges of her tongue.
And, um, Im twenty-three. Why that was suddenly important, she didnt knowexcept that she wanted him to know. She might be new to the Big Apple, but she wasnt too young and naive to care for a young girl.
Yet that wasnt the only reason she wanted him to know she was well past legalfor anything.
Twenty-three, he repeated as though he didnt quite believe her. His quick glance down her faded jeans and T-shirt didnt help her cause.
Spring knew she didnt look her age. Her twin, Autumn, and she had found it rather funny these last few years when someone mistook them for younger, but it had never been a real problem. A little makeup usually helped, but she seldom wore it unless she was going out.
Since he hadnt said no to the eggs, she pulled out the egg carton and other ingredients, and faced the counter and stove top to work, which gave him her back to view.
Spring no longer wondered about his skepticism. It was natural. While shed heard all about Honors problems with her predecessor, obviously Chad had gone about his business in ignorance. She hadnt given much thought to the fact that his messages from Europe were sketchy. Shed thought Chad had been informed about the change in the household. About her being there.
Now she was in an awkward position.
Honor, why dont you toast a couple of biscuits, too. Or she glanced at Chad again, gauging his reaction would you prefer toast? All we have on hand is wheat bread.
Whatever you have is fine, he muttered. And yes, I think I would like to see those references, if you dont mind.
All right. Ill find them while you eat.
Really, Chad, you dont have to do that, Honor protested. Dana already checked all of Springs references and found them excellent. Besides, Spring really helped me out of a jam, and we get along terrifically. You just dont know
Thats just it, kiddo. I dont know. And I do need to see them. What kind of a lawyer would I be if I didnt pay close attention to details? Or follow up? Its my job to look into the inner workings of corporate issues and mergers, and make sure the reported backgrounds and company assets and potential is as stated.
But I couldnt have
Hes quite right, Honor, Spring said, sending her young friend a Cool it glance. Shed corner Honor later over this lack of communication, but now wasnt the time. Hed be a poor kind of brother to accept me at face value without checking my references, when we live together. Um, rather, when I live in your apartment and come from who-knows-where, as far as he knows.
Her agreement didnt seem to placate him much, but Chads attention turned to the plate of fluffy eggs and slice of warmed ham she set before him.
A moment later, Honor retrieved a couple of biscuits from the toaster oven, split, buttered, then browned under the broiler as Spring had shown her. She placed them next to his plate.
Spring found the sugarless strawberry jam and set it in the center of the table.
Spring stepped back and folded her hands in front of her. On the other side of Chad, Honor shifted from one foot to the other, pursing her mouth. Chad looked from his sister to her, then down at his plate.
It struck Spring that they were like two young servant girls from a century ago, hovering over the master to see what else they could do to please him. She wanted to laugh at her mental image, drawn from reading all those English classics of which Uncle William approved. Plus the historical novels she read undercover, to which shed been addicted in her teen years.
She bit her lip to keep her giggle under control. Honor gave her a puzzled glance, to which she answered with a slight shake of her head.
Spring did miss her sister. Autumn would have read her mind instantly, and understood her line of thought. Even if Spring explained it, Honor Suzanne was simply too young to catch the humor.
Then she saw the rising suspicion in Chads glinting dark blue eyes, and her humor vanished. Hed never get the joke.
Well, smothering him with kindness wasnt such a good idea, Spring decided. He wouldnt understand the attention as mere kindness, or hed misinterpret it altogether.
Turning, she left the kitchen to search for her references. A month ago, shed no notion that shed find being a companion to a young girl to hold so much complication. Or fun, either. She and Honor got along as though born to be friends. Honor was as new to the city as she, and theyd been exploring Manhattan together in their free time.
A few moments later, she reentered the kitchen. Chad had nearly cleaned his plate, she quickly noted.
and you should see some of the collections! Funny stuff from a long time ago. Centuries, even, Honor said, telling of their recent visit to the Design Museum.
Most of it wasnt funny when it was designed, Spring reminded her with a grin. And a generation or two past doesnt quite make it into the centuries category for Mrs. Pine or Mr. Steward, now does it?
Chad raised a brow. Who?
These old people at church, Honor explained, then hastily added, But theyre really neat. They, like, visited our Sunday night Jumpstart a couple of weeks ago and told us about how it was when they were teenagers. Mr. Steward enlisted in the Army to fight in World War II when he was only seventeen.
Whats Jumpstart? Again, Chad raised a brow, but then lowered it into a frown. Finished eating, he leaned back in his chair and sipped his tea. Giving it a quick glance, Spring noticed his startled reaction at the herbal concoction. Yet he made no comment, merely returning his cup to its saucer.
Its our weekly meeting for high schoolers, mostly, Honor explained. Lots of college kids come, too. Only, we have more than just kids who attend. Its awesome, Chad. You should come sometime. Spring does, and
What do you do there?
We Jumpstart the week with Bible Study and prayer and encouraging stuff. And Josh Nolan, our youth minister, usually talks, but its not like a heavy sermon or anything.
Chads eyes began to droop.
Perhaps youd rather hear all of this tomorrow, Spring murmured, thinking they were losing his attention fast. It wasnt fair to overload an already exhausted mind, and expect that mind to later retain an ounce of intelligent memory, Uncle William used to say. Of course, he would say that especially when she and Autumn wanted to talk to him at the same time.
Spring smiled inwardly at the memory. Uncle William had died a few months before, having urged her and Autumn to pursue their dreams, and leaving each of them with a small legacy to do so.
Now she was having adventures in New York City.
Chad assessed her face a moment before saying, Some of it can wait. Right now, I want to know more about you, if you dont mind.
Sure. Of course. Here you go She placed a copy of her resume in front of him. It gave her educational background and work and personal references from Kansas City, her hometown. She hadnt a wide range of worldly experience, she was ready to admit, but she felt perfectly confident in watching over Honor Suzanne and guiding her schoolwork. After all, shed been the more nurturing of the two sisters at home, and could run a household with perfect ease.
I attended a Midwest community college, which I know isnt very impressive by any of the big school standards, but Ive worked steadily since I turned eighteen and I have a good work ethic. Uncle William saw to that. He raised my sister Autumn, and me.
What are you doing here in New York? Chad asked.
Im a dress designer. Or I want to be. Ive been putting in my applications around the city and showing some of my sketches.
I see. And do your duties here leave you enough time for all that? His tone had an edge of sarcasm, but Spring ignored it while Honor gazed adoringly at her brother.
Shes bound to be accepted someplace, Chad, Honor put in enthusiastically. Shes really good. That dress she was wearing when you came in is for one of the women in our church. Shes a ballet dancer and needed a dressmaker, so Dana suggested
You run a business out of this apartment? Chad sat forward abruptly, his tone sharp.
Well, its not exactly a real business, Spring answered. Only a little sewing.
Do you accept money for your services?
Um, yes. A few dollars. But
You must stop it immediately! This apartment is strictly residential and has an airtight code against using it for business purposes. You could get us fined or kicked out of our lease for such an offence.
Oh, IIm sorry. I didnt realize
We didnt know that, Chad, Honor said, her lower lip beginning to tremble. Dont be mad. We just thought to earn a little extra spending money
Spending money? I think for what I pay you, he all but sputtered at Spring before turning to Honor, and your allowance, that youd have quite enough for mere pocket money. What have you been buying, anyway?
Spring decided it wasnt the time to inform him she hadnt been paid, or that Honor hadnt received an allowance for weeks. Already, she knew it would disturb him. Hed learn the necessary details in due time.
Nothing out of reason, Mr. Alexander. Only tickets to special exhibits and a few restaurant meals. Few was the operative word, Spring thought, with New York prices so much higher than what she was used to. But that didnt come out of anyones salary.
No, Im sure it didnt. Household accounts, I suppose. Well, Ill look at the receipts and do the accounting tomorrow. You did keep receipts, didnt you?
Spring hadnt meant the expenditures had come from the household accounts, but she guessed hed discover that soon enough, too. Actually, I didnt see a need.
His frown deepened. Really? How did you expect to justify the budget I left for you? What about the credit card bills?
I didnt see a budget. She brushed her bangs from her eyes, beginning to feel a little ruffled. Sorry. But youll find everything is in order since Ive been here, and we have no outstanding bills. We simply pay cash as we go.
Is there anything left from the discretionary fund I left for Mrs. Hinkles use?
What discretionary fund? Spring asked.
No, Chad. Thats what I wanted to tell you, Honor said. Theres nothing left in the cash account or the credit card limit. Mrs. Hinkle spent it all, including my allowance, in the first ten days after you left.
What? His mouth dropped as he tried to take in what Honor had said. But there was enough there to cover everything except the most dire of emergencies, and she was directed to apply to Walter Peebles if there was any greater need. How could she have run through what shouldve lasted three months?
Well, she did. And Uncle Walter turned down a couple of requests she made to him. When I called Uncle Walter, he told me what to do. We notified all our credit card accounts, and closed out the two bank accounts and opened new ones. Dana and Spring helped me do that. But you have to sign the new bank cards, Uncle Walter said.
Chad brushed a hand over his face. Had he fallen through a rabbit hole?
Let me get this right. You say Mrs. Hinkle took all the cash Id left for spending money, cashed out the household account, and made inroads on the credit cards, and you caught her jimmying my desk, as well?
Thats what Ive been trying to tell you. Spring
Good grief, Honor Suzanne Chad nearly shot out of his chair. Why didnt you call me? What on earth were you thinking, not to inform me of such a huge problem?
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О книге: TO EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASONAnd Spring had just arrived in Chad Alexander′s household. Namely, Spring Barbour, an effervescent young woman who brought a breath of fresh air to the jaded businessman′s world–along with a storm of temptation….A TIME TO HEALOfficially, Spring was under Chad′s roof for one purpose: to look after his orphaned kid sister. But as she sensed the anguish in her handsome employer′s lonely heart, she suspected the Lord had another plan….A TIME TO LOVEUntil Spring came along, Chad′s life was about work and worry. Now it was bursting with so much more: faith, laughter–even hope that he might build a future with the woman who had changed everything….