Falling For The Millionaire
Falling For The Millionaire
Merrillee Whren
The Millionaire's MissionMillionaire Hudson Conrick is used to being liked for his family name and fortune. So when Melody Hammond cuts short their blind date, Hudson can’t help be curious about the pretty ministry director. And when Conrick Construction wins the bid to expand the women’s shelter at the Village of Hope ministry where she works, he’ll get the chance to know her better. He soon learns that because of her painful past, Melody leads a cautious life. But as a former solider, Conrick craves adventure. Can he convince Melanie that while he likes to have fun, his reckless days are behind him—and that he’s her perfect match?Village of Hope: A community built on love.
The Millionaire’s Mission
Millionaire Hudson Conrick is used to being liked for his family name and fortune. So when Melody Hammond cuts short their blind date, Hudson can’t help but be curious about the pretty ministry director. And when Conrick Construction wins the bid to expand the women’s shelter at the Village of Hope ministry where she works, he’ll get the chance to know her better. He soon learns that because of her painful past, Melody leads a cautious life. But as a former solider, Hudson craves adventure. Can he convince Melody that while he likes to have fun, his reckless days are behind him—and that he’s her perfect match?
“You come from a rich family,” Melody began.
“I’m from a small town in Georgia and grew up poor. What do I know about the life of a multimillionaire?”
“Maybe you should find out,” he said. “People are people. How can you make a judgment without getting to know me?”
“Tonight was wonderful, but this has to be it.” Melody wished he would listen to reason, but his mentioning her judgment went right to her guilt. Was she too critical? But this wasn’t all about his money. She couldn’t forget his love of skydiving and car races—dangerous activities that took lives. She couldn’t be with a man who took such risks.
“I won’t take no for an answer.”
“Please don’t make this difficult. It’s not just because you come from wealth and I don’t. You like to live on the edge, and I like to play it safe. How can that be a good combination?”
He smiled. “It might be fun to find out.”
“You don’t give up, do you?”
“Not when I want something.” Hudson’s look could cut steel. “You haven’t heard the last of me, Ms. Hammond.”
MERRILLEE WHREN is the winner of the 2003 Golden Heart® Award presented by Romance Writers of America. She has also been the recipient of the RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award and the Maggie® Award for Excellence. She is married to her own personal hero, her husband of thirty-five-plus years, and has two grown daughters. Please visit her website at merrilleewhren.com (http://www.merrilleewhren.com) or connect with her on Facebook at facebook.com/merrilleewhren.author (https://www.facebook.com/MerrilleeWhren.Author/).
Falling for the Millionaire
Merrillee Whren
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment.
The one who fears is not made perfect in love.
—1 John 4:18
I would like to dedicate this book to my agent,
Pattie Steele Perkins, who helped in
so many ways to make this book a reality.
Contents
Cover (#u649540ba-64e8-5113-a544-95dc69854444)
Back Cover Text (#u6dd5da93-a8ed-543d-aab4-2e681f64236e)
Introduction (#u5ed08c8b-ced9-55be-847a-ccb0bf8edd15)
About the Author (#ua726ba22-9e76-5a66-814b-a87a3de3e04f)
Title Page (#u2ff2103b-11fc-5dd1-84b2-199a54994252)
Bible Verse (#u3b69dc4d-1acc-5d3c-8401-c207c516b4d9)
Dedication (#u5269cd84-7023-5bf2-82fa-0551591066d5)
Chapter One (#u7c0c69a3-d0c0-5b76-b75a-1b6553e46726)
Chapter Two (#u2ae46653-fced-5860-a0d6-691175d1b7f8)
Chapter Three (#u067cd9a0-ebff-5038-b9fd-0a873a8113ca)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Dear Reader (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter One (#ulink_c4b37d18-c101-5e7e-91b3-7325b4d5895f)
Blind dates mimicked test-driving cars. Tonight Melody Hammond had another one to deal with. What would it bring? Her friends kept sending her fancy sports cars when all she wanted was a nice simple sedan.
The doorbell rang. She peered through the peephole in the front door of her small brick ranch house in her suburban Atlanta neighborhood. She couldn’t tell much from the distorted image except that the man was tall and had dark hair.
This was one date that carried some consequences. Tonight’s fund-raiser for The Village of Hope Ministries was an event intended to raise money for Melody’s pet project—building more housing for abused and troubled women. Too often the ministry had difficulty finding space for all the women who needed help and had to turn many away. She planned to do everything within her power to see this project funded.
People had paid a lot of money to attend this formal dinner dance, including her date. She hoped it would go well, so she could represent The Village properly. She wanted to believe anyone who had an interest in helping a charity was a decent person. Unfortunately, she’d learned over the years that not all donors to good causes were good people. Some had ulterior motives.
Melody took a deep breath, then tried to produce a genuine smile as she opened the door. That breath caught in her throat as she stared up at Hudson Paine Conrick, the Fourth. In his black tuxedo he was handsome beyond description. His dark hair curled and waved in a rumpled kind of way. The five-o’clock shadow he sported gave him a dangerous look—at least where a woman’s heart was concerned.
A Ferrari.
No doubt.
He gave her a lazy grin. “Ms. Hammond, Hudson Conrick. Nice to meet you.”
Melody nodded, hoping her brain would engage her tongue. “Please come in while I get my wrap, Mr. Conrick.”
“Certainly. You look lovely, though it’s a shame you have to cover that stunning red evening gown with anything.” He stepped across the threshold.
“Thank you, but a pashmina doesn’t cover much. Thankfully, it’s not too cold tonight.” Smiling, Melody tried not to assign any connotation to his compliment as she grabbed her purse and wrap from the nearby hall table.
“Fortunately, Atlanta is having a mild January.” Hudson opened the door for her.
“Thanks.” She threw the wrap around her shoulders, then locked the door. Turning toward the driveway, she stopped short at the sight of a black limousine. She caught herself before she blurted, Wow! A limo! Was he trying to show off? She shouldn’t question their mode of transportation, just enjoy it.
As they approached the vehicle, the driver appeared out of nowhere and opened the door. Melody slid across the black-and-gray leather seats, a combination of butter and silk beneath her fingers. The smell of cleaner permeated the warm interior. A television in one corner broadcasted business news while soft music played in the background. A lit workstation with a laptop computer and a bar filled with rows of glasses sat across from her.
Melody pressed her lips together to keep her mouth from hanging open at the obvious display of wealth. Who was entitled to this much luxury when people were starving?
She had to stop her judgmental attitude. This man was donating a lot of money to her cause. She had no right to disparage his wealth.
As Hudson slid in beside her, he turned off the TV. “Sorry about that. I’m sure you don’t want business news blaring at you.”
Melody shrugged and let her pashmina fall from her shoulders. “No problem, Mr. Conrick.”
Smiling, he reached for a glass from the bar, filled it with ice and poured water into it. “Would you like one? Or a soft drink?”
“Water’s fine, thanks.”
He poured another glass of water, then handed it to her. “Shall we toast to a wonderful evening?”
“Sure.” She clinked her glass against his and wondered what she should talk about now. Hudson settled back and looked at her, his eyes, the color of maple syrup, filled with amusement. “Let’s set aside the formality. Please call me Hudson. May I call you Melody?”
The tension in Melody’s shoulders began to wither away. “That would make for a better evening.”
“Agreed.” Hudson grinned. “So you and Ian work together?”
Nodding, Melody wondered whether Ian Montgomery, her co-worker who had set up this date, had any idea how mismatched she and Hudson were. “Yes. In addition to being The Village’s legal guy, he’s the administrator of the nursing facility and senior center.”
Surprise registered on Hudson’s face. “That’s interesting. I knew he handled your legal stuff, but I didn’t know about the rest.”
“All of us in the administration at The Village have multiple roles. I came there to head up the women’s ministries, but I also coordinate the children’s one, too.”
“Must keep you busy.”
“It does.” Melody searched her mind for something to talk about that didn’t sound like a commercial for The Village. “Ian said you went to law school with him. Where do you practice law?”
Hudson gave her a lopsided grin. “I don’t.”
“Oh.” Did she dare ask him what he did? Maybe he was one of those trust-fund babies who did little work and spent time vacationing in trendy locations. Ian had mentioned that Hudson had been overseas.
He chuckled. “I suppose you’re wondering what I do with my time?”
As a heated blush crept up Melody’s neck and onto her cheeks, she was thankful for the dim lighting in the limo. She might as well be honest. “Yes, I’m curious since you don’t practice law.”
A smirk curved his lips for a moment. “I went to law school because my father insisted on it. Otherwise, he would’ve cut me off without any money, and I couldn’t have that, now, could I? Without that money, I wouldn’t have been able to be your escort tonight.”
Was he joking, or was he serious? She resisted the urge to rub away the headache that was forming at her temples. How would she endure a whole night with a guy whose only thought was living off his daddy’s money? She had to be thankful for that money. It was helping to fund this much-needed project.
Melody forced a smile. “That still doesn’t tell me what you do.”
“I try my best to stay out of my father’s hair.” Hudson gave her a sardonic smile.
Another cryptic answer. Maybe he really didn’t do anything, and he didn’t want to admit it. Sounded as if he didn’t get along with his father. Sad. Hudson had a father he didn’t have much use for, and Melody wished her father was still alive. He’d died too young in an airplane crash. “That’s your job? Staying out of your father’s hair?”
Laying his head back, Hudson laughed out loud. When he finally looked at her, his eyes still sparked with laughter. “That’s a good description of what I do.”
“And how does one accomplish that?”
“Excellent question.” Hudson jiggled the ice cubes in his glass as if he would find an answer there. “I work wherever he sends me. I’ve spent the last year in the Middle East looking out for our oil interests. I’ve only been back in the States for a few weeks. My mother insisted that I come home for Christmas.”
Melody’s stomach roiled at the mention of that region of the world. So much trouble. So much misery. So many deaths. “I’m sure your mother was happy.”
Hudson nodded as he smiled wryly. “Yes, and I managed to stay on my father’s good side for all of Christmas Day. You might as well know that my presence at your fund-raiser tonight is all about pleasing him.”
There it was—the ulterior motive. Pleasing his daddy. As reasons went, that one wasn’t all bad. At least Hudson was honest about why he was her escort. She realized she was judging the man again. Maybe his daddy was a real reprobate and staying out of his way was a matter of wisdom. She stared at her glass of ice water. Why couldn’t she put her critical attitude on ice? “I’m glad you could join us this evening.”
“Me, too. It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of going out with a beautiful woman.” Hudson’s gaze didn’t waver as he looked at her.
Melody produced another smile that she feared came across as pretentious as his flattery. How did she acknowledge it? Believe he was sincere? “Thank you for sharing your evening with me and contributing to this very worthy cause.”
He set his glass in the cup holder. “Tell me more about The Village of Hope.”
“Sure.” Melody took a deep breath, wondering whether a wealthy man could begin to understand what it was like to be poor or down on your luck and without resources. “It’s a multifaceted ministry. We provide shelter for women who have fled an abusive situation or women who need a helping hand while they recover from addictions. As you know, we provide legal help for those who can’t afford it. We have a dozen children’s homes for abused, neglected or orphaned children. The Village has a nursing facility and an assisted living center. We also have job counseling and job training.”
“Amazing. I had no idea The Village had so many programs. My father only told me about the women’s ministry.” Hudson laced his fingers behind his head. “Do you have a rehab center?”
Melody shook her head. “We help folks after they’ve been through rehab to get back on track with their lives. Many facilities send their clients to us after they’ve completed their program.”
“Looks as though we’re at the hotel.” Hudson slid toward the door.
“The dinner’s in the main ballroom.” Melody wrapped the pashmina around her shoulders.
After the limo stopped, a doorman immediately opened the door. Hudson stepped out and extended his hand to her. “Ready for a wonderful evening?”
Her heart racing, she placed her hand in his as he helped her out. The callouses on his palm surprised her. She had expected to feel no signs of physical work. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Hudson tipped the doorman, and Melody guessed from the expression on the doorman’s face that the tip had been very generous. As they entered the lobby, he smiled down at her. That and the warmth of his hand sent a little shiver up her arm and down her spine. Attraction. Should she be feeling it? A sedan, not a sports car. That was what she wanted, but maybe she should enjoy the sports car just for tonight.
While they walked through the lobby toward the ballroom, Hudson slipped her arm through his. For a moment, Melody felt like a princess on the arm of her prince. People turned to look at them. She glanced up at him. Gorgeous didn’t begin to describe the man. No wonder people stopped to stare. He seemed oblivious to their interest. Did he expect the attention, or was he really a down-to-earth, modest guy?
There was a lot to learn about Hudson Paine Conrick, the Fourth. So far she’d only scratched the surface. Did she want to know him better? What did it matter? After tonight his obligation would be over, and she would probably never see him again. Their circles didn’t intersect.
Surveying the area, Melody hoped to see someone from The Village, but few people had arrived yet. As the chandeliers sparkled overhead, she wished Ian and his wife, Annie, could be at their table to help with the date Ian had arranged for her, but folks who worked at The Village would be scattered throughout the ballroom in order to talk to the donors.
Melody glanced at her ticket. “We’re at table four.”
Hudson raised his eyebrows. “I thought a very important person like you would be at table one.”
“We’re right in front of the speakers. So we’re at a VIP table.” Melody waved a hand toward the front.
As she made her way across the ballroom, she stopped to introduce Hudson to folks she knew from area churches. With great ease, he engaged them in conversation. He seemed to know someone or something that related to every person he spoke to. He should be the fund-raiser instead of her.
After they found their seats, Melody set her wrap on her chair. “I hope you don’t mind if I leave you here while I check on a few things.”
“Trying to get rid of me already?” He grinned as he pulled out his chair.
“No. I wouldn’t want to miss another ride in that limo.”
He chuckled as he waved her away. “Do what you have to do. I know this evening is more business than pleasure for you.”
“Thanks. I won’t be long.” Striding toward the doors at the back of the room without a backward glance, she hoped his jovial manner meant he was teasing. Despite their congenial conversation on the ride over and his seemingly pragmatic attitude, being with him put her nerves on edge. She didn’t want to do anything to alienate the man. Although the folks in attendance tonight had already made a substantial donation, the object of the event was to convince many of them to make their support ongoing.
Melody hated fund-raising—begging people for money. She struggled with that part of working for a nonprofit entity. Doing cartwheels across the ballroom might be easier. A smile and a prayer would get her through the evening.
* * *
Hudson had never met a woman who could walk in heels and an evening gown as fast as Melody. She’d raced away as if some evil force was chasing her. Despite her statement to the contrary, maybe she really was trying to get away from him.
What was it about her that had him second-guessing himself? He usually had to fight women off, although most of them were only interested in his money and the status a relationship with his family would bring. During college, he’d fallen hard for one of those women. Nicole Griffin had fooled him into thinking she loved him, but she’d only wanted to marry a man with influence and wealth. Thanks to his sister Elizabeth, he’d found out before he’d made a big mistake and married Nicole.
Sometimes he wished he could be anonymous. He wanted to be liked for himself and not his connection to the Conrick millions.
Hudson had promised himself that his presence here tonight would end the bowing and scraping to his father’s wishes. He wanted to prove to his dad that he could be his own man and not have to depend on the family business. How could he make his father understand? He could thank his money and Ian for one thing. Melody Hammond. When he’d knocked on her door and found a beautiful woman on the other side, his resentment over having to attend this fund-raiser had dissolved.
Although Melody was with him tonight because of the donation his family had made to The Village, she didn’t hang on him or try to impress him like so many women did. There was something different about her—something he couldn’t decipher at the moment, but it was something he liked.
Her less-than-genuine smiles puzzled him. He could always look on the positive side of things and believe she was merely nervous about the success of this event. From what his father had told him, lots of dignitaries and movers and shakers were here. He’d been to plenty of these types of functions—most of them boring. But he was looking forward to his evening with Melody.
The sight of her in that red evening gown, with a skirt that swished and flowed around her like the cape at a bullfight, had set his heart racing. The color accentuated her blond hair swept away from her face in a fancy hairdo, set off with some kind of sparkly stuff that matched her dangly earrings. She reminded him of the storybook princesses his nieces were so fond of. As far as blind dates went, she was a ten.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” Ian’s voice shook Hudson from his musings.
Hudson stood and shook his friend’s outstretched hand. “Good to see you. It’s been a long time.”
Ian glanced around. “Where’s Melody?”
“She went to check on something and should be right back.” Hudson looked at the petite dark-haired beauty standing next to Ian. “Who is this lovely lady?”
“My wife, Annie.” Ian smiled as he looked lovingly at her. “Annie, I’d like you to meet Hudson Conrick.”
“Nice to meet you, Hudson. Are you associated with Conrick Industries? I did some consulting with one of their companies years ago.”
Nodding, Hudson shook Annie’s hand. He couldn’t even meet an old friend without his family connections being brought into the conversation. “Yes, my great-grandfather started Conrick Industries in the early 1900s.”
Before anyone could make another comment, Melody returned. “Ian, Annie. I’m glad you’re here. Where are you sitting?”
“Table three.” Annie pointed to the table next to them.
“Oh, good. We’re right here.” Melody placed a hand on the back of her chair. “We’ll be able to talk after the formalities are over.”
Hudson took in the relief on Melody’s face. Was she merely happy to have her friends nearby, or was she uncomfortable with him? The woman was a riddle—confident and self-assured, yet vulnerable.
“I see my parents.” Annie looped her arm through Ian’s. “We’d better say hi to them. Talk to you later.”
As they walked away, Hudson looked over at Melody. “Ian and I haven’t been in touch much since we left law school. I thought I remembered him getting a divorce. Is Annie his second wife?”
Melody stared up at him with her light brown eyes flecked with green. She looked as though she didn’t know how to answer. “I’m not sure what to say about that. It’s complicated. Maybe you should ask him rather than me.”
Shaking his head, Hudson let out a halfhearted laugh. “Did I step into a minefield with that question?”
Melody’s face turned ashen, and she took a deep breath as she placed a hand over her heart. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Hudson motioned toward their seat. “Let’s sit down and forget I made the inquiry.”
Melody nodded, the color still not returning to her cheeks. He pulled out her chair, and she sat down without saying a thing. As he took his seat, Hudson tried to figure out why the discussion had triggered Melody’s reaction. Had she and Ian been involved before he married Annie? While Hudson stewed over Melody’s reaction, two middle-aged couples approached their table. Melody got up and hugged them all.
Hudson stood as she turned to him and introduced him to Ian’s parents, Doreen and Jordan Montgomery, and to Adam Bailey, the administrator of The Village, and his date, Debra McCoy. After the two couples left, Melody greeted the folks who would share their table, an advertising executive and his wife, a couple who owned a printing business and a couple who were both doctors.
The laughter and conversation that buzzed through the ballroom came to an end as Adam Bailey greeted everyone from the podium at the head table. After Adam’s greeting, Jordan Montgomery gave a blessing for the event. Immediately following the prayer, the waiters and waitresses served the food.
The discussion during the meal centered on the ministries of The Village. Hudson admired the way Melody maneuvered their talk toward supporting The Village without being pushy. Thankful that she controlled the conversation, he sat back and watched. He didn’t have to say a thing, and he appreciated that. Best of all, no one asked him about his family connections. That made for a perfect dinner.
While the servers removed the plates and brought out the desserts, Adam Bailey came to the podium once again and gave a quick talk about The Village. Jordan Montgomery followed with a short but motivational speech that encouraged people to look beyond themselves and help those in need. Soon after, they began the auction of donated items, as well as the silent auction that would be going on during the evening.
The auctioneer entertained the crowd as he moved each article along. Hudson watched Melody’s joyous reaction as a quilt made by Lovie Trimble, the receptionist at The Village, garnered five thousand dollars.
When the auction concluded, Adam came back to the podium. He thanked everyone for their participation, then turned and picked up something from a nearby chair. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to honor someone tonight who deserves a lot of credit for this evening’s activities. She’s the dynamic force behind this project. Please give a huge round of applause for Melody Hammond.” Adam looked down at their table. “Melody, come on up here.”
The surprise on Melody’s face as she stood made Hudson smile. He’d learned from the discussion tonight that her whole life revolved around the women’s and children’s ministries at The Village. She obviously deserved this award. While she made her way to the stage, the applause grew louder.
Adam gave her a hug and handed her a plaque when she reached the podium. “Considering all the work you do, this isn’t much, but we wanted you to know we appreciate everything you’ve done for The Village.”
Taking the plaque, she wiped a tear from her cheek as she faced the audience. “This is certainly a surprise. I want to thank everyone who came out tonight. Thank you for your support of this very important project. You’re helping women and children have a better life. I want to especially thank my coworker, Annie Montgomery. Thanks again.”
People stood and more applause filled the ballroom as Melody made her way back to the table. Hudson resisted the urge to give her a hug. He didn’t know how she would take it. Despite her giving nature in regard to The Village, she seemed personally guarded. He wanted to find out why.
After Melody resumed her seat, Adam announced the dance portion of the evening. When two of the couples from their table went to the dance floor, Ian and Annie came over, sat down and congratulated Melody on her award.
Melody picked up the plaque and looked at Annie. “Did you know about this?”
Annie shook her head. “Adam said he wanted to do something for you, but he never said what.”
Melody put the plaque back on the table. “It wasn’t necessary.”
“Yeah, but it’s always nice to get some recognition.” Ian nodded his head. “The auction went very well. It brought in a lot of funds.”
“I wish Lovie could’ve been here to see her quilt produce so much money.” Melody rubbed a hand across the shiny face of her plaque. “She’s attending a grandchild’s birthday tonight.”
Hudson took in the discussion, his admiration for Melody growing. She’d rather have recognition for a coworker than for herself. He’d been hanging around the wrong kind of women.
“So what are you doing with yourself these days?” Ian looked at Hudson.
“Not much.” Hudson shook his head.
“You could join us at The Village. We could use another attorney now that our financial situation has improved.”
“Ian, I’ve never used that law degree. I wouldn’t be of much help.” Hudson wished he had a better plan for his life, but he wasn’t interested in being a lawyer or a corporate executive. He wasn’t sure where he belonged, but he wanted an adventure of his own, not one his father had planned for him. “When the weather gets warmer, I intend to do some skydiving instructions with an outfit near here that does tandem jumps. Anyone want to give it a try?”
Melody’s look slipped from astonishment to fear. “You skydive?”
Hudson nodded. “I was a paratrooper in the army. Since I left the service, I’ve become a certified skydiving instructor. I missed doing that when I was working overseas, so I aim to get back into it. And I have plans to do some race-car driving.”
“Wow! Impressive, but I’m not sure I’m that brave.” Annie chuckled.
“Enough of this discussion.” Standing, Hudson waved a hand toward the dance floor, hoping Melody didn’t think he sounded like a spoiled rich kid. But he probably was. “There’s some good music playing, and I’ve got a beautiful woman to dance with.”
“I’ll definitely take the dancing over the skydiving or racing cars.” Melody stood.
Hudson chuckled as he held out his hand. “While we dance, maybe I can change your mind.” When Melody put her hand in his, the rush he felt was as good as skydiving or speeding around an oval track. How had this woman triggered his interest in such a short time? He’d better be careful or he’d be jumping without a parachute. His experience with Nicole had taught him caution when it came to women.
“Hardly. I don’t have to leave the ground when dancing.”
“Then, you’ve never danced the jitterbug with me.”
“Not something I plan to do in this evening gown.”
“Probably not.” Hudson put an arm around her as they joined the other couples dancing to a slow romantic tune.
She looked up at him. “I have to let you know the last time I danced was at Ian and Annie’s wedding.”
“Never fear. Just follow my lead.”
“Easier said than done. I’m not used to following.”
“Somehow I knew that.” Smiling, Hudson guided Melanie across the dance floor.
“You do dance very well.”
“I should. I had enough lessons when I was a kid. While the other boys were out playing ball, I was gliding around Miss Smithers’ dance studio with some girl I didn’t like and hating every minute.”
Melody laughed. “Must’ve been rough being you.”
Happy to make her laugh, Hudson let the sound wind its way into his heart. “It’s always been tough being me. I was the youngest kid with three older sisters. Three. They ganged up on me constantly.”
“But they must’ve been a window into the lives of women.”
“I never thought of it that way.” Hudson shook his head. “I should’ve taken notes, but sadly I didn’t. I was too young to appreciate the knowledge I could’ve gained. I was merely a nuisance to my older sisters.”
“I can see that.”
“You wound me, and here I thought you were a kind person.”
She laughed again, and the sound filled his chest with warmth. He pulled her a little closer as another slow number started. For a few moments they danced without talking. He hadn’t felt this unguarded in years. This was one date he wished didn’t have to end.
Chapter Two (#ulink_359bb070-55ea-5d7e-b0e2-75255d3b43f5)
Nothing had prepared Melody for her attraction to Hudson Conrick. Did she believe in love at first sight? Never. How had that crazy question popped into her mind? With everything she had to think about tonight, her mind must be playing tricks on her. Sure he was handsome, a good dancer and a gentleman, but he also liked to skydive and race cars. Who knew what other crazy things he liked to do? No way could she be having romantic feelings about a man she’d met only a few hours ago.
Attraction at first sight was plausible but not love.
The music faded, and Melody gazed up at him. “I apologize, but I have to check with Adam about the silent auction now.”
“I’ll tag along if you don’t mind.”
“Sure.” Melody found it difficult to concentrate with Hudson by her side. Thankfully, the meeting with Adam lasted only a few minutes. As Melody and Hudson returned to their table, they received a few speculative glances from a couple of her coworkers, but she ignored them. She didn’t want to add to the conjecture.
While the band played a lively number, Hudson tapped his foot. “Can I convince you to dance again, or do we have to stick to the slow dances?”
Melody gripped the back of her chair as if it was a lifesaver in the sea of her own uncertainty. Would she encourage his interest if she agreed? This date contained no future commitment, and he certainly expected to dance with his date. Enjoying this time was what she needed to do, but she couldn’t let her attraction to Hudson show.
“You seem dubious.”
Melody’s halfhearted smile skidded into a grimace. Did she dare say what she was thinking? “Most of the men I know, including my brothers, don’t like to dance.”
Hudson held out his hands. “Hey, what can I say? I have to make use of those lessons.”
Melody couldn’t help laughing. “Okay. I wouldn’t want them to go to waste.”
Hudson grabbed her hand. “And we wouldn’t want to waste this good music, either.”
Letting the music and Hudson whirl her away, she focused on the here and now. She wouldn’t think about the future, and she wouldn’t think about the past. Tonight she would live in the moment and relish every aspect of it.
The time with Hudson sped like one of his race cars. When the band announced the last dance, she couldn’t believe the evening was about to end. Despite her vow only to think about the present, had she let herself get too involved?
No. Tonight wouldn’t translate into anything for tomorrow. One and done like her other blind dates. That philosophy kept her heart safe from disappointment.
Hudson escorted her off the dance floor. “Do you have any last-minute things you have to do?”
“I do. I’ll check with Adam to see if they have a job for me before I leave. I hope you don’t mind waiting.”
“Not at all. I’ll get your things and meet you there.”
“Thanks.” Melody hurried to the back of the room where Adam and Annie sat at a long table.
As Melody drew nearer, Annie looked up, a little frown creasing her brow. “What are you doing here? You should be with your handsome date.”
Glancing at the pile of receipts, Melody ignored Annie’s reference to Hudson. “I thought you might need me for something.”
Annie shook her head. “Got it under control, and you’re going to like my report on Monday. Now get out of here and enjoy the rest of your evening.”
“Okay.” Melody went around the table and gave Annie a hug. “Thanks for all you’ve done.”
“You’re welcome. Now go, go, go.” Annie shooed Melody away with her hands. “You have a date to take care of.”
“Okay, okay. I’m off.”
When Melody turned, Hudson was standing a few feet away as he held her purse and wrap. A momentary image of Christopher flashed through her mind. Hudson didn’t resemble her former fiancé in the least. Christopher had been shorter with light brown hair and blue eyes. So why had his image come to mind when she looked at Hudson? She couldn’t begin to answer that question.
She tried to shake off the pain in her heart. Thoughts of her old love usually didn’t bring as much hurt these days, and she thought of him less often. No one could ever replace Christopher. He’d been her life, and now he was gone. Her only comfort lay in knowing she would see him again in heaven.
“Ready to leave?” Hudson’s question snapped her out of her sentimental thoughts.
Melody nodded. “Annie assures me that I’m not needed here.”
“Good. I’ve called James. He should have the car at the front door when we get there.”
“James? Really?”
“Yeah. That’s his name.” A frown puckered Hudson’s eyebrows as they entered the lobby.
Melody shrugged. “When I was a kid we used say, ‘Home, James,’ to my dad when my brothers and I were strapped into our car seats in the back and we were pretending that he was our chauffeur.”
“Oh, I see.” Hudson stood aside as Melody scooted through the door ahead of him.
He probably didn’t see the same humor that she saw. He didn’t have to pretend to have a chauffeur. Why had she told Hudson that story? It only underscored the differences between them.
The inadequate feeling she thought she’d overcome slithered through her mind. She tried to push the unwelcome thoughts away, but they kept intruding. She remembered how the popular rich girls had befriended her, and she’d been on top of the world. But they’d made her the butt of their jokes. The reality of the situation had been a cruel awakening.
As a grown woman, she was stupid to let old hurts color her perception. But that incident popped into her thoughts more often than she would like. Once they were settled in the limousine, Hudson poured himself another glass of water. He raised his eyebrows as he gazed at her. “Would you like one?”
She nodded, her mouth parched. For a minute, they sipped their water in silence. What was he thinking? What did it matter? Even though she didn’t plan to go out with him again, she wanted this date to have been a success.
“So you have brothers?” After the silence, his question sounded like a loud clap in an empty room.
Melody pushed aside the cobwebs of her thoughts. “Yeah, younger brothers.”
“How many?”
Melody never knew how to respond when people asked that question. Fortunately, it didn’t come up that often. A lump rose in her throat as she thought about her eldest brother, Blake, who’d been killed when his dirt bike had skidded and slammed into a tree.
“Is that a question I shouldn’t have asked?” He peered at her in the dim light, concern on his face.
Waiting for her emotions to subside, she shook her head. “The eldest of my brothers died in a dirt bike accident when he was seventeen. He was a year younger than me. I have two other brothers. So I never know quite how to answer that question.”
“I’m sorry about your brother. That must’ve been a difficult time.”
“Thanks. It was for my whole family.” Melody lowered her gaze as she twisted the strap on her purse. She didn’t want to talk about it anymore, or she was afraid she might embarrass herself by bursting into tears. She’d lost too many men in her life.
Her brother. Her father. Her fiancé.
Hudson fell silent again, and Melody stared out the window as the limo turned onto her street. The evening was at its close, but she didn’t want it to end on a sad note. She had to say something cheery or at least make an attempt. “I appreciate you taking me to the fund-raiser. I had a good time.”
The concern on Hudson’s face morphed into a lazy smile. “Me, too. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to show off my dancing skills.”
Melody laughed, feeling the earlier sadness waft away. “Ms. Smithers would be proud.”
Hudson joined in the laughter. “Maybe. I don’t believe she ever considered me one of her star pupils. I stepped on too many toes.”
“She should’ve seen you tonight.”
“Thanks.” He set his empty glass on the bar, then turned to her. “I had more than a great time tonight. I enjoyed every minute with you. I’d like to take you out to dinner next Saturday.”
Melody’s heart caught in her throat. His request caught her off guard. Aware that she’d upped his expectations with her compliments, she wished he hadn’t asked. How could she explain her reasons for not wanting to go out with him again? She didn’t want to go into past heartaches that he couldn’t begin to understand. Could he possibly see how their very different backgrounds weren’t compatible? “I did have a fun time with you, but another date wouldn’t be a good idea. I’m sorry.”
His eyebrows knit above his brown eyes. “Why not? It’s only dinner.”
“I don’t know, Hudson.” Melody sighed. “I’m not sure I fit into your world.”
The limousine came to a stop in front of her house before Hudson could respond to her statement. He lowered the window between them and the driver. “James, we’re going to sit here for a minute.” Without waiting for James’s reply, Hudson turned back to her. “My world isn’t any different from yours.”
Shaking her head, Melody let out a halfhearted chuckle. “You come from a rich family. I’m from small-town Georgia and grew up poor. I went to the University of Georgia on a HOPE scholarship, got a degree in psychology and then a masters in counseling. I worked for a few years with a government job-counseling center before I started working at The Village. I love my work there. What do I know about the life of a multimillionaire?”
“Maybe you should find out. People are people. How can you make a judgment without getting to know me?”
“I don’t want to go down a road that wouldn’t be good for either of us. Tonight was wonderful, but this has to be it.” Melody gritted her teeth, wishing he would listen to reason, but his mentioning her judgment went right to her guilt. Was she too critical? But this wasn’t all about his money. She couldn’t forget his love of skydiving and car races—dangerous activities that took lives. She couldn’t be with a man who took such risks.
“I won’t take no for an answer.”
“Please don’t make this difficult. It’s not just because you come from wealth and I don’t. You like to live on the edge and I like to play it safe. How can that be a good combination?”
“It might be fun to find out.”
Melody let out an exasperated sigh. “You don’t give up, do you?”
“Not when I want something.” Hudson’s look could cut steel. “I won’t press you anymore tonight, but you haven’t heard the last of me, Ms. Hammond.”
“I’ll take that as a warning, Mr. Conrick.”
“James, I’ll be walking Ms. Hammond to the door.”
Again the driver seemed to materialize out of thin air. He opened the door. Hudson stepped out and extended his hand to Melody. She braced herself against her reaction to his touch as she took his hand. She didn’t want to like the way her hand felt in his, but she did. She didn’t want to like anything about tonight, but she did. She didn’t want to think about Hudson kissing her good-night, but she did. She couldn’t let that kiss happen, no matter what she wanted.
When they stepped onto her porch, Melody quickly snatched her keys from her purse and unlocked her door. She turned to look up at him, another lump forming in her throat. Her head was telling her to run and run fast, but her heart told her to take a chance. She couldn’t listen to her heart. “I can’t thank you enough for being my escort and for your support.”
That lazy smile reappeared. “Sure you can. You can go out with me again.”
Melody clenched her fist around her purse strap. She would not give in. She would stand her ground no matter how captivating his smile was. She would not take a chance on another man determined to pursue something dangerous, especially when it had no redeeming value. “I’m sorry, Hudson. The answer is no. Please don’t ask me again.”
“I’m not going to make promises I can’t keep.” Hudson leaned closer, almost close enough to kiss her.
“Thanks again. Good night.” Her heart pounding, she ducked inside as his good-night was lost in the closing of her door.
Melody watched through the sidelight window while Hudson strode away without a backward glance. Her wobbly legs failed to move an inch. She put her fingertips to her lips where he’d almost planted a kiss. Her pulse raced as she stood there until the taillights of the limousine faded from her view. She couldn’t let his persuasive words, his handsome face or his generous nature change her determination not to go out with him again.
* * *
The redbrick buildings of the former college gave a stately air to The Village of Hope campus. Even the grays of winter didn’t take away from the beauty as Hudson parked his car near the administration offices. How would Melody react when she saw him? He’d spent the past four days trying not to think about her, but her image plagued his thoughts.
Maybe his ego had taken a hit when she’d refused to go out with him again. He wasn’t used to women turning him down. But he was wary of female motives no matter the circumstances. Too often they were looking at his bank account and not at him. Melody certainly had reason to see him as a dollar sign even if her interest wasn’t personal.
He wanted another date with her, and he would find a way to get one. But first, he had other things to accomplish. After a little research, he’d discovered that they were still taking bids for the women’s shelter project. Winning that bid was his goal.
Hudson and Carter Duncan, the general manager and numbers guy from the construction division of Conrick Industries, walked into the impressive reception area with its shiny marble floor and the two-story ceiling. A smiling silver-haired woman sat behind the massive reception desk. “Good morning. May I help you?”
“Good morning, Lovie. I’m Hudson Conrick, and this is my colleague, Carter Duncan.” Hudson motioned toward the short stocky man with the thinning brown hair who stood nearby. “We have an appointment with Adam Bailey and Melody Hammond.”
Lovie’s brow wrinkled. “How do you know my name?”
Hudson pointed toward the little gold bar pinned to her jacket. “It says so right there on your name tag.”
Lovie shook her head. “You can’t fool me. You said my name before you were close enough to read it.”
“Okay. You’ve got me.” Hudson chuckled. “I heard about you and your quilt the other night at the fund-raiser.”
Clapping her hands together, Lovie beamed. “So wonderful what the Lord can do with a little bit of nothing.”
“I saw your quilt. That wasn’t a little bit of nothing. It was a lot of work. A true work of art and love.” Hudson leaned on the raised counter of the reception desk.
“Thank you. I am proud of it and so happy I was able to help The Village.” Lovie blushed as she reached for the phone. “I’ll let Adam know you’re on your way to his office, which is down the hallway to the left.”
“Thanks.” Hudson nodded, then fell into step with Carter as they made their way around the corner.
“I sure hope you know what you’re doing. I wouldn’t want to make your father unhappy with this venture.” Carter frowned as he slowed his step and turned to Hudson.
Hudson stopped, taking in the worry in Carter’s eyes. “I told you this project will be mine. I’m prepared to take this whole endeavor on my shoulders. You don’t have to be concerned about a thing.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“Your part is to help me get the numbers I need. I want to be armed with as much information as possible when I confront my father.”
Carter shook his head as they continued on their way. “Better you than me. Besides, I’d sure like it if this project saved my job.”
Their footsteps sounded loud in the quiet hallway as Hudson tried not to think about his dad’s reaction to this undertaking. He had heard rumors that the construction side of the business wasn’t doing well. Carter’s statement made it a certainty. Hudson would like nothing better than to save the jobs of all those involved. Before they reached their destination, Adam stepped into the hallway. “Good to see you again, Mr. Conrick.”
Hudson shook hands, then made introductions. Adam ushered them into his office. Hudson glanced around the Spartan space until his gaze rested on Melody. Although she smiled as she greeted them, she didn’t look happy to be there. Was she still wishing to avoid him?
Adam motioned for them to sit on the black leather chairs near his desk. “I understand you want to see the blueprints for the new project and tour the area. Is that correct?”
Hudson nodded as he shrugged out of his jacket and hung it over the back of the chair. “Carter here is my numbers man. He’ll want to see what you’ve got so Conrick Construction can give you a bid.”
“We’re close to making a decision, so you’ll have to give us your proposal by Monday.” Adam pushed the rolls of blueprints and another folder across the desk.
“That won’t be a problem.” Despite the statement, Hudson’s dry mouth and racing pulse gave him no peace. So much of what he wanted to prove to his father was riding on this proposal. For years he’d walked the path his father had set before him. Those dance lessons, law school and the army had been his father’s command. Hudson was determined not to jump to his dad’s wishes anymore. Staring death in the face on the battlefield made him realize he’d been living a life that had been chosen for him. He didn’t know who he was or what he wanted because he’d let someone else plan his life. Not anymore.
Could he make his case? No time for doubts. He would finally stand up for himself and make his own mark in this world. That included his interest in one very reluctant woman. Melody Hammond was a challenge he couldn’t resist.
While thoughts of standing up to his father rolled through Hudson’s mind, Carter studied the blueprints and the information Adam had provided. Finally, he closed the folder and glanced at Hudson. “I’d like to take these blueprints to the construction site.”
Adam waved a hand in Melody’s direction. “Melody will give you a tour. I have another meeting this morning, so I’ll meet you in the senior center after you finish.”
Melody produced another uncomfortable smile as she led Hudson and Carter into the hallway. “Let me stop by my office and grab my coat.”
“Sure.” Hudson nodded as he walked beside her. “It’s a little chilly out there today, unlike the night of the fund-raiser.”
She nodded, still trying to hold her smile in place as she scurried into her office and out of sight. Had he made a mistake in mentioning their date? He had to quit second-guessing himself. Women didn’t usually intimidate him, but Melody did. He’d never met a woman like her.
“I can see why you’re eager to do this project. She’s quite a looker.”
Annoyed at Carter’s description of Melody, Hudson glared at the other man. “She might be good-looking, but this isn’t about her. This is about business.”
“If you say so.” Grinning, Carter shrugged.
Hudson balled and unballed his hand. The urge to wipe that smile off Carter’s face passed through Hudson’s thoughts. Not wise. Not productive. Not Christian.
He took a deep breath as Melody reappeared wearing a dark gray trench coat. With a nod, she led them out the side door. The bright sunshine belied the temperature outside. Hudson liked the way sunlight sparkled in her blond hair as it lay on the jacket’s dark material. He wished he could say something to brighten her mood, but it was obvious his presence didn’t make her happy. Much the same as the night of the fund-raiser, Melody charged ahead at a fast clip as she made her way across the quad. She walked with determination. He liked that about her, too. When she reached the fountain, she stopped and turned. “I’ll show you our current women’s facility so you can see what’s been done before with an existing building.”
“Works for me.” Carter nodded.
Hudson nodded but didn’t say anything. He wanted to ask about the colored water and balloons on the fountain but decided against it. The less he said the better at this point. The situation demanded patience. Not one of his virtues. He’d let Carter take the lead. That might be more to Melody’s liking.
Melody took one of the sidewalks leading away from the fountain toward the right side of the quad. She said little until they reached the building, where she punched in a code on the pad next to the door. Looking up at Carter, she motioned for him to go in. “We hold security very important, especially for our women. So we require background checks on every member of your crew if you win the bid for this project.”
Without a word, Carter entered the building and Hudson followed, walking along the hallway where the faint smell of a pine-scented cleaning solution explained the gleaming tile floors. “Nice facility you have here.”
“Thanks.” Melody turned her head, giving him the first genuine smile of the day. “This used to be a dormitory that we converted into apartments. There are a dozen on each floor. That’s what we plan to do with the other building. That’s why I wanted to start here.”
“Your new project’s similar to this one?” Hudson asked.
“Yes.” Melody stepped toward the first door. “I’ve made arrangements for you to look at this apartment. The resident gave her permission to let me show the place while she’s attending job training. You’re welcome to look around.”
Carter made a hurried trip through the place while Hudson took a more leisurely stroll, observing the modest furnishings in the two-bedroom dwelling. When he finished his tour, he joined Carter, who was studying the blueprints he’d laid out on the dinette table near the galley kitchen.
Hudson glanced at Melody. “Do they all have the same layout?”
“Basically.” Melody shifted her weight from foot to foot as her gaze flitted around the room. “Are you ready to see the other building?”
“Absolutely,” Carter said as he rolled up the blueprint.
Minutes later, as Melody reached the door to the next building, she turned, focusing her attention on Carter. Hudson didn’t want to believe that she was doing her best to ignore him, but he couldn’t dismiss the evidence.
“When we go in, you’ll see that the interior has been gutted. It’s been that way for a couple of years. We’d planned to renovate it right after we did the other one, but we didn’t have the funds at the time. So we put this one on hold.”
Hudson digested this information as Melody granted them access. He glanced around at the bare concrete block walls and floors illuminated with light filtering through dingy windows. He tried to focus on the possibilities rather than the grim picture the place presented while Carter asked the questions. Hudson figured the less he said the better.
After they completed the tour, Melody locked up, then turned to face them. “Do you have more questions for me?”
“Not right now, but I may have some after I go over the information I’ve collected today.” Carter stuck the rolled-up blueprints under his arm.
Melody produced one of those forced smiles. “Good. Then we’ll meet with Adam.”
While they walked back across the quad, she chatted comfortably with Carter. The breeze ruffled her blond hair around her shoulders as she laughed at something he said. Why couldn’t she be that comfortable with him? She obviously wanted to make it abundantly clear that she meant what she’d told him the night of the fund-raiser. She wouldn’t go out with him again. Would that be a strike against Conrick Construction getting the bid?
Hudson shook that question away as they walked into the senior center cafeteria. The folks here at The Village would make a sound business decision based on the bids they received. Not on personal feelings.
Melody introduced them to the woman who signed them in. Another layer of security. Immediately, Adam joined them and led them to a nearby table.
“Do you have questions for me now that you’ve seen the building we want to renovate?” Adam asked.
Hudson leaned back and steepled his fingers as he placed his elbows on the arms of the chair. “Melody has explained your emphasis on security, so will we have access to a construction entrance for our heavy equipment?”
“I’m glad you brought up that point. When we did the first renovations, we didn’t have any residents so we didn’t have to worry about security.” Adam wrinkled his brow. “We have an emergency entrance on the road that runs along the back side of the campus. It’s there for vehicles that are unable to go through the main gate. I’m sure we can make some arrangements to use it if the need arises.”
Melody scooted forward in her chair and frowned. “Do you think it’ll be necessary to use that?”
Despite her frown, Hudson relished her question. At least, she was talking to him. “I wanted to cover all the bases. The logistics will figure into our bid. I know how important security is to you.”
A little smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Yeah, it is. So opening another entrance worries me.”
“I understand. If we get the bid, I’ll be personally responsible for personnel and vehicles that go through there if we have to use it.” Hudson watched her expression as she took in his response.
“I appreciate that, and I’ll hold you to it.” The look in her brown eyes let him know that she meant business. “We can’t be too careful when it comes to the women here. They depend on us for their safety.”
Hudson tried to put himself in the place of the women who had fled abusive situations and the fear they must feel.
“Does that cover everything?” Adam asked.
Nodding, Carter looked Hudson’s way as he tapped the roll of blueprints. “I’ve got everything I need.”
“Great.” Adam stood. “You’re welcome to join us for lunch.”
“Sounds good to me.” Hudson nodded as he glanced at Melody. He breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t make some excuse to leave.
Carter stood. “I appreciate the invitation, but I’ve got to get back to the office. We’ll have that bid to you by the deadline.”
Hudson popped up from his chair. “I’ll be right back after I see Carter to the exit.”
“Good to meet you. I look forward to seeing your bid.” Adam shook Carter’s hand, then turned to Hudson. “We’ll wait here for you.”
“Thanks.” Hudson fell into step beside Carter. “So what do you think?”
“We can come up with a competitive bid, but I’m not sure it’ll meet muster with that pretty blonde. What did you do to get on her bad side?” Carter gave Hudson a speculative glance.
“Hard telling. I’m not going to worry about her.”
Carter narrowed his gaze. “I thought you wanted this project because of her.”
“I told you before she’s not the reason for my interest in this. Showing my dad that I can be my own man is on top of the list.” Hudson clapped Carter on the back. “We’ll talk after you’ve had a chance to crunch the numbers. Thanks for your work.”
Hudson hurried back to the table. He didn’t miss Melody’s less-than-enthusiastic smile upon his return, but he wouldn’t let that dampen his spirit.
As they went through the cafeteria line, Hudson took in Melody’s interaction with those around her. She had a smile for the workers and knew them by name. What did he need to do to gain one of those smiles? Maybe he should quit thinking about himself. That might be a start in the right direction.
For too many years, he’d lived his life, never understanding the plight of folks less fortunate than himself. Even though his parents had always been charity minded, he hadn’t known how other people lived until he’d joined the army. Looking back, he could see his father’s wisdom when he’d insisted that Hudson spend time in the military. The experience had given him a new perspective on life and the world.
Could Melody appreciate that, or would she continue to look at him as a person who was out of touch with the people she served? He’d done himself no favors the night of the fund-raiser when he’d jokingly talked about attending the event to please his father. At the beginning of the evening, he’d had no idea that he’d find Melody a very fascinating woman. Now he had to work doubly hard to undo her bad impression of him. No easy task. And if she did show an interest in him, would it be for him or the money he could contribute to her cause? When it came to women, that thought was never far from the surface.
After they brought their food to the table, Adam offered a prayer of thanks. For a few minutes, they ate without saying anything, the sounds of lively conversation flowing around them. Hudson observed the residents of the senior center as they partook of their meals. The place radiated with joy. This was a happy place—one he wanted to help. And he wanted to help one very independent woman, but he wasn’t sure she wanted it.
Hudson set down his fork. “The residents here seem to be having a good time.”
Melody nodded. “We do our best to make this a wonderful place to live. Ian does a great job with the facility.”
“That’s right,” Adam said to Hudson. “In fact, he’s got one of the most anticipated events of the year for the senior center coming up. The Valentine banquet. We can always use some volunteers for that. Would you be interested?”
Hudson let the request roll through his mind as he watched the consternation spread across Melody’s face. She wasn’t happy about Adam’s suggestion. Was this a chance to prove to her that he was willing to help others? “What kind of volunteers do you need?”
“Adam, Ian probably has enough helpers.” Melody wrinkled her brow. “He usually invites the youth group from his dad’s church to act as servers, and we always have plenty of people from right here. You don’t need to be bothering Hudson.”
Adam nodded. “That’s true, but it never hurts to let other folks see what we’re doing. What do you say, Hudson?”
“It sounds like a great opportunity. I’ll talk to Ian and see where he can use my services.” He’d love to help out where he could, and if this was another way to spend more time with Melody Hammond, then things were looking up.
Chapter Three (#ulink_0e44ac88-0aa5-5f8f-adbf-388da0d47822)
The two-story cream-colored stucco house with the stone accents spread out across the piney woods landscape like a small hotel. Hudson surveyed the structure as he parked his car in the circular drive. Melody would probably consider the residence a place of excess. He’d seen her reaction when he’d shown up in a limo. But that had been his best option. He’d thought to spare her from trying to get in and out of his sports car in a dress or having to clamber over the junk in his SUV. And after he’d seen her gown, he knew he’d made the right decision.
Melody probably thought he lived a life of luxury and didn’t understand the plight of the people she helped every day. What would it take to convince her that having money was a good thing? Making money was something he was good at, and he intended to keep doing it. Did that make him a bad guy? He wanted to show her how his wealth could help her beyond her fund-raising.
But first he had to convince his dad that doing the construction for The Village was a valuable thing.
Loping toward the front porch, Hudson formulated the speech he hoped would convince his father. Hudson strode through the house until he reached the office at the far end of the first floor. Armed with Carter’s facts and figures, Hudson knocked on the dark oak-paneled door.
“Come in.” H. P. Conrick’s deep voiced boomed from the other side.
Hudson pushed open the door. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hello, son. What can I do for you today?”
“I’ve got a project to run by you.”
H.P. motioned toward the chair next to his cherry-inlaid mahogany desk. “Have a seat.”
As he made himself comfortable, Hudson studied his father and tried to gauge his mood. With his silver-gray hair and trim physique, H.P. was a commanding figure, even a little intimidating. Hudson took a deep breath and then started to explain the details of his bid on the women’s shelter project at The Village. His father appeared to be listening intently but with a skeptical attitude.
“Why is this so important to you? Does it have anything to do with a pretty blonde?”
Hudson knit his eyebrows together. “Why would you say that?”
H.P.’s laughter echoed through the room. “The Clarks mentioned seeing you with a lovely young lady in a red dress. They were quite impressed with her.”
Had this information reached his mother’s ears? She would be all over it—her matchmaking antennae at full strength. Hudson couldn’t deny an interest in Melody, but when it came to women, caution was his operative word. He wasn’t about to fall into the trap of women who used him for his wealth again, no matter how appealing Melody Hammond might be. He wanted to get to know her in his own time and see what kind of person lay behind her pretty face.
“Melody’s in charge of the women’s ministries at The Village, and this is a cause Conrick Industries can get behind—good PR for the company and a worthy cause, too.” Hudson squared his shoulders. “I want to be in charge of this endeavor.”
H.P. wrinkled his brow. “Ridiculous. You’ve not worked on the construction side of the business for years. Why would you think you’re qualified to be in charge?”
Doubts crowded Hudson’s mind, but he shoved them aside. “It’s true I haven’t been involved in that part of the business since before I was in the army, but it’s still my first love when it comes to Conrick Industries.”
“I’ve nearly decided to divest the construction portion of the business. It’s too volatile and hasn’t produced substantial income in recent years.” H.P. stood and pounded his desk, his voice raised. “And now you’re asking me to practically give away our services. I won’t do that no matter how good the publicity.”
Hudson hoped his dad wouldn’t blow up. “Do you have a prospective buyer?”
“No, but I’ll close it down if I can’t find one. Better than pouring money into a losing proposition.”
“What about the people who work there? They’ll lose their jobs.”
H.P. knit his shaggy eyebrows. “Hard business decisions must be made.”
“Let me take it off your hands.”
H.P. sat on the front of his desk and narrowed his gaze. “You want to take over a business that’s struggling to survive?”
The consequences of failure swirled through Hudson’s thoughts. What would he prove to his dad if he didn’t succeed? Hudson wanted to strike out on his own, and the perfect opportunity had just materialized. “I do. I’ll take it as my part of the inheritance. You can draw up the papers, and I won’t expect another thing from your will.”
His dad pushed himself away from the desk and began pacing back and forth across the black, gold and cream colored design in the Oriental rug. Finally, he stopped, disapproval radiating from his eyes. “It can’t happen. That’s not what I have planned for you.”
Hudson took a deep breath. “Dad, I’ve told you before. I don’t want to take over the family business—”
“You don’t have a choice.” H.P. glared at Hudson.
“Elizabeth wants the job. She’s worked at the company and is well qualified. She has an MBA to go along with her talent. Her kids are grown, and she could devote her time to the business. She’d be the perfect one to step into your shoes when you decide to retire.”
“No. Do you understand me? You’re going to do as I say and take over the company. Your sister’s not as well versed as you.”
“Only because you resisted letting her learn the ropes.” Hudson stood and went to the window that looked out on the piney woods running up to the expanse of barely green lawn. What would it take to change his father’s mind? He turned, trying to keep his cool in the wake of his father’s displeasure. “You have a few years to teach her everything you know. She’s smart, and she’s good at what she does. It’s been her dream to step into your shoes since she was two.”
With a glower on his face, H.P. joined Hudson at the window. “What do you mean since she was two?”
Hudson strode over to the built-in bookcases that covered a whole wall and picked up a photo frame that contained a collage. He pointed to the photo in one corner. “See.”
A begrudging smile crept across his dad’s face as he studied the photo of his eldest daughter wearing his shoes when she was a toddler. Shaking his head, he narrowed his gaze as he looked at Hudson. “I don’t care what you say. A Conrick son takes over for the father. That’s the way it’s always been done, and that’s the way it’ll stay.”
“If something will work better doing it a different way, don’t you change instead of sticking with the old way?”
H.P. gave Hudson a begrudging nod. “I suppose.”
“Dad, bring the company into the twenty-first century. Let Elizabeth take over.”
“You’re wasting your breath if you think you can change my mind.” H.P. boomed his annoyance.
“For now, will you at least let me run the construction division?” Hudson held his breath, waiting for his dad’s reaction.
“If you do, I’ll expect you to make money. I won’t tolerate losses.”
“And there won’t be any.” Hudson wished he could be sure of that statement. Was he stepping out on a limb that wouldn’t hold him?
“Are you still involved in that skydiving stuff—a frivolous pursuit?”
“What’s a frivolous pursuit?” Hudson’s mother walked into the room.
“Susan, talk some sense into your son.” H.P. greeted his wife with a kiss on the cheek.
“My son? I thought he was your son, too.” Susan gave Hudson a hug.
“Well, right now I’m wondering about that.” H.P. looped an arm around his wife’s shoulders. “He’s bucking the family tradition.”
“Do I need to act as referee between you two again?” Susan smiled up at her husband.
“No, just talk some sense into him.”
Susan looked over at Hudson. “Can you stay for lunch?”
Hudson wondered whether his mother could help his dad see the wisdom of granting Elizabeth her wish. Maybe his dad needed a woman’s point of view. “Yeah.”
“Excellent. We’re having some of Sarah’s chili. It’s simmering on the stove as we speak.” Susan slipped an arm through her husband’s and paraded him to the door.
Watching his parents, Hudson followed. They were a happy couple, with a very traditional marriage where his mother, unlike his sisters, worked inside the home. Still fit for her age and still young looking thanks to the hairdresser who made sure she stayed a brunette rather than a graying matriarch, his mom was a pampered Southern belle with a housekeeper, cook and gardener. She spent her time doing church charity functions or community service, besides playing tennis and golf weekly when the weather permitted. Her charity activities should bode well for his efforts to help The Village.
When they reached the kitchen, Sarah, his parents’ longtime cook, was busy at the stove. She turned to greet them. Her face lit up when she saw Hudson. She wiped her hands on a towel and hurried to greet him with a hug. “My favorite boy.”
Hudson chuckled. “Sarah, you’d think one of these days you’d realize I’m grown up.”
“Never.” She laughed as she returned to the stove.
“Mom tells me you’re serving us your famous chili.” Hudson remembered many a time when Sarah would sneak him cookies when he was a little boy.
“Absolutely, and the biggest serving is for you.” She handed him an oversize bowl, steaming with the delicious mixture.
“Thanks.” Hudson cradled it in his hands, the heat warming his heart. “Come join us.”
Sarah shook her head. “Thanks, but I’ve already eaten, and I need to get dinner ready.”
After Sarah served his parents, they found seats at the round oak table in the kitchen nook. H.P. gave thanks for the food, and they began eating in silence. Hudson wanted to bring up their earlier discussion but decided to wait for his father to start the conversation.
Setting down her spoon, Hudson’s mother broke the silence. “What were you two arguing about?”
H.P. gave his wife an annoyed look. “We were having a discussion.”
“True, but we’re on opposite sides of the issue.” Hudson nodded as he explained the situation.
“H.P., this time your son’s right.” Susan patted her husband’s arm. “You can’t push your kids into doing something they don’t want to do. Give Hudson some freedom. Let him fly.”
His father harrumphed. “What do you mean let him fly? He wants to skydive. What a waste of time.”
“Give him wings to do what he chooses. He jumped out of planes to serve his country. He deserves to use that skill however he wants.” Susan raised an eyebrow.
Hudson listened to his parents bicker back and forth about his future. He needed to stand up for himself rather than let his mother argue for him. “Dad, I’ve worked for you ever since I got out of the army. I’ve done your bidding. Now I’m going to chart my own path. I’d like your blessing to run the construction division, but if not, don’t plan on me taking over Conrick Industries. Elizabeth can do that far better than I can.”
A muscle worked in H.P.’s jaw. The silence in the room shouted louder than anything his father could have said. Hudson feared he could never convince his father that his sister deserved a chance to prove herself.
“Mr. C., you should listen to your son. Ms. Elizabeth is one smart lady.” Sarah turned back to the stove.
A frown knitting his brow, H.P. glanced at her. Hudson held his breath, waiting for his father to boom out his disapproval. Instead, he set down his spoon and eyed Hudson. “You can’t use these women to persuade me to turn things over to Elizabeth. You’re a Conrick son, and you will run the company when I retire. However, I’ll let you see what you can do with the construction division, but I’ll reevaluate things in six months.”
“Thanks, Dad. You won’t be disappointed.” Frustrated that he couldn’t change his father’s mind, Hudson had to make do with whatever opportunity he was offered for now.
* * *
“The bid from Conrick Construction wins my vote.”
Melody’s heart sank as Bob Franklin, chairman of the board for The Village, voiced his opinion. After their detailed discussion of each bid, how could she disagree with the three men who sat around the table with her?
“What do you think, Melody?” Ian raised his eyebrows as he looked her way.
Melody sighed. “I concur. They’ve given us the best bid.”
“It’s a good choice.” Adam nodded. “I was impressed when Mr. Conrick and Mr. Duncan came out to view the building. I believe we’ll be happy with this choice.”
A murmur of agreement went around the table as Melody resigned herself to working with Hudson. She’d prayed that God would lead the group to make the wisest decision, even if it meant hiring Hudson’s company. She hoped he would honor her wishes and not push for another date, especially now that they would be associates on this project. As the head of Conrick Construction, how much would Hudson be involved with the day-to-day activities? She could hope not much, but something told her the chances were slim.
“Looks as though you have a phone call to make, Melody.” Adam stood and pushed in his chair.
She grabbed her satchel from the floor. “After we have a signed contract bond, I’ll send an email to everyone with a full report.”
“Good job today.” Bob Franklin shook hands with everyone, then accompanied Melody to the door and opened it for her. “I’ll be looking for that report. Thanks.”
She nodded and slipped down the hall to her office. Once inside, she leaned back against the door and closed her eyes. Now she had to call Hudson. With a heavy sigh, she made her way across the room and plopped onto her chair as she put her satchel on the desk. She extracted her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she came to his name.
She stared at the screen, willing herself to dial the number, but she couldn’t do it yet. Instead, she bowed her head. She needed strength in order to make this call and not come across in a negative manner. This project was important to a lot of women who needed a safe place, and she couldn’t let personal feelings jeopardize it in any way. Lord, please give me wisdom where Hudson Conrick is concerned. Please provide me peace for this situation. Let me have a loving heart for all concerned.
Taking a deep breath, Melody tapped the screen. The phone began to ring while her heart raced.
“Hudson Conrick.”
His deep voice made Melody’s heart beat even faster. “Hello, Mr. Conrick. This is Melody Hammond from The Village. I’m calling to let you know that we’ve decided to award Conrick Construction the contract for the women’s shelter.”
“That’s great news! I’m looking forward to working with you on this very worthy project.”
Melody wished she could say, “me, too,” but it would be a lie. “Ian has prepared a contract bond for you or a representative from the company to sign.”
“When would be a good time for me to meet with you?”
“Contact Ian. He’s in charge of contracts.”
“I will.”
“When do you plan to start the work?” Melody wanted to prepare herself for Hudson’s presence on campus.
“I hope to sign the contract today, and we’ll get started as soon as the permits are in place.”
“Good. So we’ll talk after everything’s ready.” Melody ended the call, already eager for him to finish, so she wouldn’t have to deal with him. But this was her project and she would see it through. She’d already spent a sleepless night thinking about today’s decision. Now it was done.
She walked to the window and stared out at the quad. The sun glinted off the water cascading in the fountain. Bare-branched trees lifted their limbs into the blue sky. The mild winter weather reminded her of the night she’d gone out with Hudson. She couldn’t deny that she’d enjoyed the evening. It would be so easy to accept another date with him, but she couldn’t let herself get tangled up with a man who liked to take chances, or a wealthy man who used his money and influence to get what he wanted.
Hudson was every bit that person.
But she knew she wasn’t being fair to him. She couldn’t go into the project with a negative attitude. Prayer. That was what she needed again. It had helped her through the phone conversation. It would help her again while she worked with him.
Lord, help me to see Hudson through Your eyes and not my own. Help us to have a good working relationship so this project can move forward in a way that is pleasing to You.
When she raised her head, she tried to analyze why she was on pins and needles. The answer wasn’t hard to find. Hudson represented a temptation she wasn’t sure she could resist, despite her fears. She would be strong and determined. She wouldn’t succumb to his appeals no matter how attractive. Now she had things to do and didn’t have time to worry about Hudson’s presence on campus.
An hour later, completely absorbed in her paperwork, Melody jumped when a knock sounded on the door. “Come in.”
Ian poked his head around the door. “I need a witness while Hudson signs the papers.”
“Sure.” Melody moved with deliberate slowness as she prepared to meet Hudson. When she walked into Ian’s office, her calm preparation fled. Hudson’s handsome face and lazy smile made her pulse thunder just like the night of their date.
“Hello, Melody.”
She took a deep breath. “You got here quickly.”
“Would I be in trouble if I told you I was in a hurry to see you?”
“You would probably be better off if you told me you were in a hurry to sign the contract bond.”
His smile spread into a grin. “That, too.”
Not daring to look at Ian, Melody headed toward her desk and wondered what he thought of Hudson’s comments. “Okay. I’m ready to witness.”
Hudson looked so at ease, and she was tied in knots for no reason at all—at least, any reason that made sense. Why was she letting him make her so nervous?
In a matter of minutes he’d put his signature on the front page and initialed the remaining ones. She signed, and Ian put his notary seal on the document.
“We’re official.” Ian shook hands with Hudson. “Congratulations again.”
Ian pulled his cell phone from his pocket and looked at the screen. “It’s almost time for lunch. Join me, and we can discuss the Valentine banquet.”
“Sounds good.” Hudson glanced in her direction. “You’ll be coming, too, won’t you?”
Melody let the invitation roll through her mind. She would look bad if she declined. She couldn’t avoid interacting with Hudson in the days to come, so she might as well get used to having him around. Thankfully today Ian would act as a buffer. “Certainly. Let me get my purse and jacket in my office.”
As Melody met the two men in the hallway, she said another prayer for peace of mind. When she looked up, Hudson was smiling at her as if he knew this lunch meeting wasn’t to her liking. Or was that her imagination? The future was going to be filled with a lot of prayer if today was any indication. “I’m ready.”
Hudson fell into step beside her as she headed for the door. “Are you a runner?”
“No. Why do you ask?” She scooted through the door he held open.
“You’re always in a hurry.” He gave her a wry smile.
“I’m usually racing from one part of the campus to another. So I tend to walk fast.”
“Yeah, I can hardly keep up with her.” Ian chuckled. “Lovie’s nicknamed her the Roadrunner.”
“Do you like hiking?” Hudson asked.
“I’ve never hiked.”
“You should try it.”
“No time. We’ve got a women’s shelter to build.” Melody wondered whether Hudson was trying to draw her into some group activity that she couldn’t bow out of gracefully. She kept hearing his words. I won’t press you anymore tonight, but you haven’t heard the last of me, Ms. Hammond. He was true to his word. Could she be true to hers? Hudson pointed toward the fountain as they walked by it. “What’s the deal with the green water and balloons?”
“We have a sponsor for the fountain today.” Melody stopped and looked up at the purple balloons waving in the breeze.
“What does that mean?” Hudson asked.
“Last year when The Village was in financial distress, we decided to offer people the opportunity to make a donation in order to decorate the fountain for a special occasion.” Melody started walking again. “Today’s sponsor is Brady Hewitt. You met him at the fund-raiser. He’s engaged to Adam’s daughter, Kirsten.”
Hudson nodded. “I remember them.”
“It’s his grandmother’s birthday. She’s a resident in the assisted living facility, and she loves green and lavender.”
Opening the door to the senior center, Ian eyed Hudson. “You should get to know Brady. You two have a few things in common. He was in the army and is a big car buff.”
“Yeah, good to know another army guy. I could arrange a guys’ night out—maybe a Hawks game.”
Ian nodded. “I could go for that.”
Melody took in the men’s conversation with interest. Ian treated Hudson like any other guy he knew—not like someone who came from wealth and privilege. She ought to take a lesson from her friend and remember that God looked at the heart, not on the outward appearance or one’s bank account.
“So I could sponsor this fountain if I wanted to?” Hudson looked her way, a twinkle in his eyes, as they made their way to the registration desk.
“Sure. Make a donation and one of the maintenance staff will decorate the fountain per your instructions.” Melody refused to speculate about Hudson’s thoughts. “You have something in mind?”
“I might. I’ll think about it.”
After the threesome signed in, they made their way through the cafeteria line, the two guys talking about cars and sports. When they reached the table, Hudson set his tray down, then pulled out a chair for her and helped her out of her jacket. Was he working to impress her? No. She already knew the answer.
He was a gentleman. She’d seen the evidence during their date. He didn’t have to impress anyone. When he walked into a room, people took notice. The cafeteria ladies couldn’t wait to serve him. Even the senior ladies smiled at him as he went by. Well, he could bask in the admiration of those other women. He didn’t need hers.
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Merrillee Whren
The Millionaire's MissionMillionaire Hudson Conrick is used to being liked for his family name and fortune. So when Melody Hammond cuts short their blind date, Hudson can’t help be curious about the pretty ministry director. And when Conrick Construction wins the bid to expand the women’s shelter at the Village of Hope ministry where she works, he’ll get the chance to know her better. He soon learns that because of her painful past, Melody leads a cautious life. But as a former solider, Conrick craves adventure. Can he convince Melanie that while he likes to have fun, his reckless days are behind him—and that he’s her perfect match?Village of Hope: A community built on love.
The Millionaire’s Mission
Millionaire Hudson Conrick is used to being liked for his family name and fortune. So when Melody Hammond cuts short their blind date, Hudson can’t help but be curious about the pretty ministry director. And when Conrick Construction wins the bid to expand the women’s shelter at the Village of Hope ministry where she works, he’ll get the chance to know her better. He soon learns that because of her painful past, Melody leads a cautious life. But as a former solider, Hudson craves adventure. Can he convince Melody that while he likes to have fun, his reckless days are behind him—and that he’s her perfect match?
“You come from a rich family,” Melody began.
“I’m from a small town in Georgia and grew up poor. What do I know about the life of a multimillionaire?”
“Maybe you should find out,” he said. “People are people. How can you make a judgment without getting to know me?”
“Tonight was wonderful, but this has to be it.” Melody wished he would listen to reason, but his mentioning her judgment went right to her guilt. Was she too critical? But this wasn’t all about his money. She couldn’t forget his love of skydiving and car races—dangerous activities that took lives. She couldn’t be with a man who took such risks.
“I won’t take no for an answer.”
“Please don’t make this difficult. It’s not just because you come from wealth and I don’t. You like to live on the edge, and I like to play it safe. How can that be a good combination?”
He smiled. “It might be fun to find out.”
“You don’t give up, do you?”
“Not when I want something.” Hudson’s look could cut steel. “You haven’t heard the last of me, Ms. Hammond.”
MERRILLEE WHREN is the winner of the 2003 Golden Heart® Award presented by Romance Writers of America. She has also been the recipient of the RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award and the Maggie® Award for Excellence. She is married to her own personal hero, her husband of thirty-five-plus years, and has two grown daughters. Please visit her website at merrilleewhren.com (http://www.merrilleewhren.com) or connect with her on Facebook at facebook.com/merrilleewhren.author (https://www.facebook.com/MerrilleeWhren.Author/).
Falling for the Millionaire
Merrillee Whren
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment.
The one who fears is not made perfect in love.
—1 John 4:18
I would like to dedicate this book to my agent,
Pattie Steele Perkins, who helped in
so many ways to make this book a reality.
Contents
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Chapter One (#ulink_c4b37d18-c101-5e7e-91b3-7325b4d5895f)
Blind dates mimicked test-driving cars. Tonight Melody Hammond had another one to deal with. What would it bring? Her friends kept sending her fancy sports cars when all she wanted was a nice simple sedan.
The doorbell rang. She peered through the peephole in the front door of her small brick ranch house in her suburban Atlanta neighborhood. She couldn’t tell much from the distorted image except that the man was tall and had dark hair.
This was one date that carried some consequences. Tonight’s fund-raiser for The Village of Hope Ministries was an event intended to raise money for Melody’s pet project—building more housing for abused and troubled women. Too often the ministry had difficulty finding space for all the women who needed help and had to turn many away. She planned to do everything within her power to see this project funded.
People had paid a lot of money to attend this formal dinner dance, including her date. She hoped it would go well, so she could represent The Village properly. She wanted to believe anyone who had an interest in helping a charity was a decent person. Unfortunately, she’d learned over the years that not all donors to good causes were good people. Some had ulterior motives.
Melody took a deep breath, then tried to produce a genuine smile as she opened the door. That breath caught in her throat as she stared up at Hudson Paine Conrick, the Fourth. In his black tuxedo he was handsome beyond description. His dark hair curled and waved in a rumpled kind of way. The five-o’clock shadow he sported gave him a dangerous look—at least where a woman’s heart was concerned.
A Ferrari.
No doubt.
He gave her a lazy grin. “Ms. Hammond, Hudson Conrick. Nice to meet you.”
Melody nodded, hoping her brain would engage her tongue. “Please come in while I get my wrap, Mr. Conrick.”
“Certainly. You look lovely, though it’s a shame you have to cover that stunning red evening gown with anything.” He stepped across the threshold.
“Thank you, but a pashmina doesn’t cover much. Thankfully, it’s not too cold tonight.” Smiling, Melody tried not to assign any connotation to his compliment as she grabbed her purse and wrap from the nearby hall table.
“Fortunately, Atlanta is having a mild January.” Hudson opened the door for her.
“Thanks.” She threw the wrap around her shoulders, then locked the door. Turning toward the driveway, she stopped short at the sight of a black limousine. She caught herself before she blurted, Wow! A limo! Was he trying to show off? She shouldn’t question their mode of transportation, just enjoy it.
As they approached the vehicle, the driver appeared out of nowhere and opened the door. Melody slid across the black-and-gray leather seats, a combination of butter and silk beneath her fingers. The smell of cleaner permeated the warm interior. A television in one corner broadcasted business news while soft music played in the background. A lit workstation with a laptop computer and a bar filled with rows of glasses sat across from her.
Melody pressed her lips together to keep her mouth from hanging open at the obvious display of wealth. Who was entitled to this much luxury when people were starving?
She had to stop her judgmental attitude. This man was donating a lot of money to her cause. She had no right to disparage his wealth.
As Hudson slid in beside her, he turned off the TV. “Sorry about that. I’m sure you don’t want business news blaring at you.”
Melody shrugged and let her pashmina fall from her shoulders. “No problem, Mr. Conrick.”
Smiling, he reached for a glass from the bar, filled it with ice and poured water into it. “Would you like one? Or a soft drink?”
“Water’s fine, thanks.”
He poured another glass of water, then handed it to her. “Shall we toast to a wonderful evening?”
“Sure.” She clinked her glass against his and wondered what she should talk about now. Hudson settled back and looked at her, his eyes, the color of maple syrup, filled with amusement. “Let’s set aside the formality. Please call me Hudson. May I call you Melody?”
The tension in Melody’s shoulders began to wither away. “That would make for a better evening.”
“Agreed.” Hudson grinned. “So you and Ian work together?”
Nodding, Melody wondered whether Ian Montgomery, her co-worker who had set up this date, had any idea how mismatched she and Hudson were. “Yes. In addition to being The Village’s legal guy, he’s the administrator of the nursing facility and senior center.”
Surprise registered on Hudson’s face. “That’s interesting. I knew he handled your legal stuff, but I didn’t know about the rest.”
“All of us in the administration at The Village have multiple roles. I came there to head up the women’s ministries, but I also coordinate the children’s one, too.”
“Must keep you busy.”
“It does.” Melody searched her mind for something to talk about that didn’t sound like a commercial for The Village. “Ian said you went to law school with him. Where do you practice law?”
Hudson gave her a lopsided grin. “I don’t.”
“Oh.” Did she dare ask him what he did? Maybe he was one of those trust-fund babies who did little work and spent time vacationing in trendy locations. Ian had mentioned that Hudson had been overseas.
He chuckled. “I suppose you’re wondering what I do with my time?”
As a heated blush crept up Melody’s neck and onto her cheeks, she was thankful for the dim lighting in the limo. She might as well be honest. “Yes, I’m curious since you don’t practice law.”
A smirk curved his lips for a moment. “I went to law school because my father insisted on it. Otherwise, he would’ve cut me off without any money, and I couldn’t have that, now, could I? Without that money, I wouldn’t have been able to be your escort tonight.”
Was he joking, or was he serious? She resisted the urge to rub away the headache that was forming at her temples. How would she endure a whole night with a guy whose only thought was living off his daddy’s money? She had to be thankful for that money. It was helping to fund this much-needed project.
Melody forced a smile. “That still doesn’t tell me what you do.”
“I try my best to stay out of my father’s hair.” Hudson gave her a sardonic smile.
Another cryptic answer. Maybe he really didn’t do anything, and he didn’t want to admit it. Sounded as if he didn’t get along with his father. Sad. Hudson had a father he didn’t have much use for, and Melody wished her father was still alive. He’d died too young in an airplane crash. “That’s your job? Staying out of your father’s hair?”
Laying his head back, Hudson laughed out loud. When he finally looked at her, his eyes still sparked with laughter. “That’s a good description of what I do.”
“And how does one accomplish that?”
“Excellent question.” Hudson jiggled the ice cubes in his glass as if he would find an answer there. “I work wherever he sends me. I’ve spent the last year in the Middle East looking out for our oil interests. I’ve only been back in the States for a few weeks. My mother insisted that I come home for Christmas.”
Melody’s stomach roiled at the mention of that region of the world. So much trouble. So much misery. So many deaths. “I’m sure your mother was happy.”
Hudson nodded as he smiled wryly. “Yes, and I managed to stay on my father’s good side for all of Christmas Day. You might as well know that my presence at your fund-raiser tonight is all about pleasing him.”
There it was—the ulterior motive. Pleasing his daddy. As reasons went, that one wasn’t all bad. At least Hudson was honest about why he was her escort. She realized she was judging the man again. Maybe his daddy was a real reprobate and staying out of his way was a matter of wisdom. She stared at her glass of ice water. Why couldn’t she put her critical attitude on ice? “I’m glad you could join us this evening.”
“Me, too. It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of going out with a beautiful woman.” Hudson’s gaze didn’t waver as he looked at her.
Melody produced another smile that she feared came across as pretentious as his flattery. How did she acknowledge it? Believe he was sincere? “Thank you for sharing your evening with me and contributing to this very worthy cause.”
He set his glass in the cup holder. “Tell me more about The Village of Hope.”
“Sure.” Melody took a deep breath, wondering whether a wealthy man could begin to understand what it was like to be poor or down on your luck and without resources. “It’s a multifaceted ministry. We provide shelter for women who have fled an abusive situation or women who need a helping hand while they recover from addictions. As you know, we provide legal help for those who can’t afford it. We have a dozen children’s homes for abused, neglected or orphaned children. The Village has a nursing facility and an assisted living center. We also have job counseling and job training.”
“Amazing. I had no idea The Village had so many programs. My father only told me about the women’s ministry.” Hudson laced his fingers behind his head. “Do you have a rehab center?”
Melody shook her head. “We help folks after they’ve been through rehab to get back on track with their lives. Many facilities send their clients to us after they’ve completed their program.”
“Looks as though we’re at the hotel.” Hudson slid toward the door.
“The dinner’s in the main ballroom.” Melody wrapped the pashmina around her shoulders.
After the limo stopped, a doorman immediately opened the door. Hudson stepped out and extended his hand to her. “Ready for a wonderful evening?”
Her heart racing, she placed her hand in his as he helped her out. The callouses on his palm surprised her. She had expected to feel no signs of physical work. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Hudson tipped the doorman, and Melody guessed from the expression on the doorman’s face that the tip had been very generous. As they entered the lobby, he smiled down at her. That and the warmth of his hand sent a little shiver up her arm and down her spine. Attraction. Should she be feeling it? A sedan, not a sports car. That was what she wanted, but maybe she should enjoy the sports car just for tonight.
While they walked through the lobby toward the ballroom, Hudson slipped her arm through his. For a moment, Melody felt like a princess on the arm of her prince. People turned to look at them. She glanced up at him. Gorgeous didn’t begin to describe the man. No wonder people stopped to stare. He seemed oblivious to their interest. Did he expect the attention, or was he really a down-to-earth, modest guy?
There was a lot to learn about Hudson Paine Conrick, the Fourth. So far she’d only scratched the surface. Did she want to know him better? What did it matter? After tonight his obligation would be over, and she would probably never see him again. Their circles didn’t intersect.
Surveying the area, Melody hoped to see someone from The Village, but few people had arrived yet. As the chandeliers sparkled overhead, she wished Ian and his wife, Annie, could be at their table to help with the date Ian had arranged for her, but folks who worked at The Village would be scattered throughout the ballroom in order to talk to the donors.
Melody glanced at her ticket. “We’re at table four.”
Hudson raised his eyebrows. “I thought a very important person like you would be at table one.”
“We’re right in front of the speakers. So we’re at a VIP table.” Melody waved a hand toward the front.
As she made her way across the ballroom, she stopped to introduce Hudson to folks she knew from area churches. With great ease, he engaged them in conversation. He seemed to know someone or something that related to every person he spoke to. He should be the fund-raiser instead of her.
After they found their seats, Melody set her wrap on her chair. “I hope you don’t mind if I leave you here while I check on a few things.”
“Trying to get rid of me already?” He grinned as he pulled out his chair.
“No. I wouldn’t want to miss another ride in that limo.”
He chuckled as he waved her away. “Do what you have to do. I know this evening is more business than pleasure for you.”
“Thanks. I won’t be long.” Striding toward the doors at the back of the room without a backward glance, she hoped his jovial manner meant he was teasing. Despite their congenial conversation on the ride over and his seemingly pragmatic attitude, being with him put her nerves on edge. She didn’t want to do anything to alienate the man. Although the folks in attendance tonight had already made a substantial donation, the object of the event was to convince many of them to make their support ongoing.
Melody hated fund-raising—begging people for money. She struggled with that part of working for a nonprofit entity. Doing cartwheels across the ballroom might be easier. A smile and a prayer would get her through the evening.
* * *
Hudson had never met a woman who could walk in heels and an evening gown as fast as Melody. She’d raced away as if some evil force was chasing her. Despite her statement to the contrary, maybe she really was trying to get away from him.
What was it about her that had him second-guessing himself? He usually had to fight women off, although most of them were only interested in his money and the status a relationship with his family would bring. During college, he’d fallen hard for one of those women. Nicole Griffin had fooled him into thinking she loved him, but she’d only wanted to marry a man with influence and wealth. Thanks to his sister Elizabeth, he’d found out before he’d made a big mistake and married Nicole.
Sometimes he wished he could be anonymous. He wanted to be liked for himself and not his connection to the Conrick millions.
Hudson had promised himself that his presence here tonight would end the bowing and scraping to his father’s wishes. He wanted to prove to his dad that he could be his own man and not have to depend on the family business. How could he make his father understand? He could thank his money and Ian for one thing. Melody Hammond. When he’d knocked on her door and found a beautiful woman on the other side, his resentment over having to attend this fund-raiser had dissolved.
Although Melody was with him tonight because of the donation his family had made to The Village, she didn’t hang on him or try to impress him like so many women did. There was something different about her—something he couldn’t decipher at the moment, but it was something he liked.
Her less-than-genuine smiles puzzled him. He could always look on the positive side of things and believe she was merely nervous about the success of this event. From what his father had told him, lots of dignitaries and movers and shakers were here. He’d been to plenty of these types of functions—most of them boring. But he was looking forward to his evening with Melody.
The sight of her in that red evening gown, with a skirt that swished and flowed around her like the cape at a bullfight, had set his heart racing. The color accentuated her blond hair swept away from her face in a fancy hairdo, set off with some kind of sparkly stuff that matched her dangly earrings. She reminded him of the storybook princesses his nieces were so fond of. As far as blind dates went, she was a ten.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” Ian’s voice shook Hudson from his musings.
Hudson stood and shook his friend’s outstretched hand. “Good to see you. It’s been a long time.”
Ian glanced around. “Where’s Melody?”
“She went to check on something and should be right back.” Hudson looked at the petite dark-haired beauty standing next to Ian. “Who is this lovely lady?”
“My wife, Annie.” Ian smiled as he looked lovingly at her. “Annie, I’d like you to meet Hudson Conrick.”
“Nice to meet you, Hudson. Are you associated with Conrick Industries? I did some consulting with one of their companies years ago.”
Nodding, Hudson shook Annie’s hand. He couldn’t even meet an old friend without his family connections being brought into the conversation. “Yes, my great-grandfather started Conrick Industries in the early 1900s.”
Before anyone could make another comment, Melody returned. “Ian, Annie. I’m glad you’re here. Where are you sitting?”
“Table three.” Annie pointed to the table next to them.
“Oh, good. We’re right here.” Melody placed a hand on the back of her chair. “We’ll be able to talk after the formalities are over.”
Hudson took in the relief on Melody’s face. Was she merely happy to have her friends nearby, or was she uncomfortable with him? The woman was a riddle—confident and self-assured, yet vulnerable.
“I see my parents.” Annie looped her arm through Ian’s. “We’d better say hi to them. Talk to you later.”
As they walked away, Hudson looked over at Melody. “Ian and I haven’t been in touch much since we left law school. I thought I remembered him getting a divorce. Is Annie his second wife?”
Melody stared up at him with her light brown eyes flecked with green. She looked as though she didn’t know how to answer. “I’m not sure what to say about that. It’s complicated. Maybe you should ask him rather than me.”
Shaking his head, Hudson let out a halfhearted laugh. “Did I step into a minefield with that question?”
Melody’s face turned ashen, and she took a deep breath as she placed a hand over her heart. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Hudson motioned toward their seat. “Let’s sit down and forget I made the inquiry.”
Melody nodded, the color still not returning to her cheeks. He pulled out her chair, and she sat down without saying a thing. As he took his seat, Hudson tried to figure out why the discussion had triggered Melody’s reaction. Had she and Ian been involved before he married Annie? While Hudson stewed over Melody’s reaction, two middle-aged couples approached their table. Melody got up and hugged them all.
Hudson stood as she turned to him and introduced him to Ian’s parents, Doreen and Jordan Montgomery, and to Adam Bailey, the administrator of The Village, and his date, Debra McCoy. After the two couples left, Melody greeted the folks who would share their table, an advertising executive and his wife, a couple who owned a printing business and a couple who were both doctors.
The laughter and conversation that buzzed through the ballroom came to an end as Adam Bailey greeted everyone from the podium at the head table. After Adam’s greeting, Jordan Montgomery gave a blessing for the event. Immediately following the prayer, the waiters and waitresses served the food.
The discussion during the meal centered on the ministries of The Village. Hudson admired the way Melody maneuvered their talk toward supporting The Village without being pushy. Thankful that she controlled the conversation, he sat back and watched. He didn’t have to say a thing, and he appreciated that. Best of all, no one asked him about his family connections. That made for a perfect dinner.
While the servers removed the plates and brought out the desserts, Adam Bailey came to the podium once again and gave a quick talk about The Village. Jordan Montgomery followed with a short but motivational speech that encouraged people to look beyond themselves and help those in need. Soon after, they began the auction of donated items, as well as the silent auction that would be going on during the evening.
The auctioneer entertained the crowd as he moved each article along. Hudson watched Melody’s joyous reaction as a quilt made by Lovie Trimble, the receptionist at The Village, garnered five thousand dollars.
When the auction concluded, Adam came back to the podium. He thanked everyone for their participation, then turned and picked up something from a nearby chair. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to honor someone tonight who deserves a lot of credit for this evening’s activities. She’s the dynamic force behind this project. Please give a huge round of applause for Melody Hammond.” Adam looked down at their table. “Melody, come on up here.”
The surprise on Melody’s face as she stood made Hudson smile. He’d learned from the discussion tonight that her whole life revolved around the women’s and children’s ministries at The Village. She obviously deserved this award. While she made her way to the stage, the applause grew louder.
Adam gave her a hug and handed her a plaque when she reached the podium. “Considering all the work you do, this isn’t much, but we wanted you to know we appreciate everything you’ve done for The Village.”
Taking the plaque, she wiped a tear from her cheek as she faced the audience. “This is certainly a surprise. I want to thank everyone who came out tonight. Thank you for your support of this very important project. You’re helping women and children have a better life. I want to especially thank my coworker, Annie Montgomery. Thanks again.”
People stood and more applause filled the ballroom as Melody made her way back to the table. Hudson resisted the urge to give her a hug. He didn’t know how she would take it. Despite her giving nature in regard to The Village, she seemed personally guarded. He wanted to find out why.
After Melody resumed her seat, Adam announced the dance portion of the evening. When two of the couples from their table went to the dance floor, Ian and Annie came over, sat down and congratulated Melody on her award.
Melody picked up the plaque and looked at Annie. “Did you know about this?”
Annie shook her head. “Adam said he wanted to do something for you, but he never said what.”
Melody put the plaque back on the table. “It wasn’t necessary.”
“Yeah, but it’s always nice to get some recognition.” Ian nodded his head. “The auction went very well. It brought in a lot of funds.”
“I wish Lovie could’ve been here to see her quilt produce so much money.” Melody rubbed a hand across the shiny face of her plaque. “She’s attending a grandchild’s birthday tonight.”
Hudson took in the discussion, his admiration for Melody growing. She’d rather have recognition for a coworker than for herself. He’d been hanging around the wrong kind of women.
“So what are you doing with yourself these days?” Ian looked at Hudson.
“Not much.” Hudson shook his head.
“You could join us at The Village. We could use another attorney now that our financial situation has improved.”
“Ian, I’ve never used that law degree. I wouldn’t be of much help.” Hudson wished he had a better plan for his life, but he wasn’t interested in being a lawyer or a corporate executive. He wasn’t sure where he belonged, but he wanted an adventure of his own, not one his father had planned for him. “When the weather gets warmer, I intend to do some skydiving instructions with an outfit near here that does tandem jumps. Anyone want to give it a try?”
Melody’s look slipped from astonishment to fear. “You skydive?”
Hudson nodded. “I was a paratrooper in the army. Since I left the service, I’ve become a certified skydiving instructor. I missed doing that when I was working overseas, so I aim to get back into it. And I have plans to do some race-car driving.”
“Wow! Impressive, but I’m not sure I’m that brave.” Annie chuckled.
“Enough of this discussion.” Standing, Hudson waved a hand toward the dance floor, hoping Melody didn’t think he sounded like a spoiled rich kid. But he probably was. “There’s some good music playing, and I’ve got a beautiful woman to dance with.”
“I’ll definitely take the dancing over the skydiving or racing cars.” Melody stood.
Hudson chuckled as he held out his hand. “While we dance, maybe I can change your mind.” When Melody put her hand in his, the rush he felt was as good as skydiving or speeding around an oval track. How had this woman triggered his interest in such a short time? He’d better be careful or he’d be jumping without a parachute. His experience with Nicole had taught him caution when it came to women.
“Hardly. I don’t have to leave the ground when dancing.”
“Then, you’ve never danced the jitterbug with me.”
“Not something I plan to do in this evening gown.”
“Probably not.” Hudson put an arm around her as they joined the other couples dancing to a slow romantic tune.
She looked up at him. “I have to let you know the last time I danced was at Ian and Annie’s wedding.”
“Never fear. Just follow my lead.”
“Easier said than done. I’m not used to following.”
“Somehow I knew that.” Smiling, Hudson guided Melanie across the dance floor.
“You do dance very well.”
“I should. I had enough lessons when I was a kid. While the other boys were out playing ball, I was gliding around Miss Smithers’ dance studio with some girl I didn’t like and hating every minute.”
Melody laughed. “Must’ve been rough being you.”
Happy to make her laugh, Hudson let the sound wind its way into his heart. “It’s always been tough being me. I was the youngest kid with three older sisters. Three. They ganged up on me constantly.”
“But they must’ve been a window into the lives of women.”
“I never thought of it that way.” Hudson shook his head. “I should’ve taken notes, but sadly I didn’t. I was too young to appreciate the knowledge I could’ve gained. I was merely a nuisance to my older sisters.”
“I can see that.”
“You wound me, and here I thought you were a kind person.”
She laughed again, and the sound filled his chest with warmth. He pulled her a little closer as another slow number started. For a few moments they danced without talking. He hadn’t felt this unguarded in years. This was one date he wished didn’t have to end.
Chapter Two (#ulink_359bb070-55ea-5d7e-b0e2-75255d3b43f5)
Nothing had prepared Melody for her attraction to Hudson Conrick. Did she believe in love at first sight? Never. How had that crazy question popped into her mind? With everything she had to think about tonight, her mind must be playing tricks on her. Sure he was handsome, a good dancer and a gentleman, but he also liked to skydive and race cars. Who knew what other crazy things he liked to do? No way could she be having romantic feelings about a man she’d met only a few hours ago.
Attraction at first sight was plausible but not love.
The music faded, and Melody gazed up at him. “I apologize, but I have to check with Adam about the silent auction now.”
“I’ll tag along if you don’t mind.”
“Sure.” Melody found it difficult to concentrate with Hudson by her side. Thankfully, the meeting with Adam lasted only a few minutes. As Melody and Hudson returned to their table, they received a few speculative glances from a couple of her coworkers, but she ignored them. She didn’t want to add to the conjecture.
While the band played a lively number, Hudson tapped his foot. “Can I convince you to dance again, or do we have to stick to the slow dances?”
Melody gripped the back of her chair as if it was a lifesaver in the sea of her own uncertainty. Would she encourage his interest if she agreed? This date contained no future commitment, and he certainly expected to dance with his date. Enjoying this time was what she needed to do, but she couldn’t let her attraction to Hudson show.
“You seem dubious.”
Melody’s halfhearted smile skidded into a grimace. Did she dare say what she was thinking? “Most of the men I know, including my brothers, don’t like to dance.”
Hudson held out his hands. “Hey, what can I say? I have to make use of those lessons.”
Melody couldn’t help laughing. “Okay. I wouldn’t want them to go to waste.”
Hudson grabbed her hand. “And we wouldn’t want to waste this good music, either.”
Letting the music and Hudson whirl her away, she focused on the here and now. She wouldn’t think about the future, and she wouldn’t think about the past. Tonight she would live in the moment and relish every aspect of it.
The time with Hudson sped like one of his race cars. When the band announced the last dance, she couldn’t believe the evening was about to end. Despite her vow only to think about the present, had she let herself get too involved?
No. Tonight wouldn’t translate into anything for tomorrow. One and done like her other blind dates. That philosophy kept her heart safe from disappointment.
Hudson escorted her off the dance floor. “Do you have any last-minute things you have to do?”
“I do. I’ll check with Adam to see if they have a job for me before I leave. I hope you don’t mind waiting.”
“Not at all. I’ll get your things and meet you there.”
“Thanks.” Melody hurried to the back of the room where Adam and Annie sat at a long table.
As Melody drew nearer, Annie looked up, a little frown creasing her brow. “What are you doing here? You should be with your handsome date.”
Glancing at the pile of receipts, Melody ignored Annie’s reference to Hudson. “I thought you might need me for something.”
Annie shook her head. “Got it under control, and you’re going to like my report on Monday. Now get out of here and enjoy the rest of your evening.”
“Okay.” Melody went around the table and gave Annie a hug. “Thanks for all you’ve done.”
“You’re welcome. Now go, go, go.” Annie shooed Melody away with her hands. “You have a date to take care of.”
“Okay, okay. I’m off.”
When Melody turned, Hudson was standing a few feet away as he held her purse and wrap. A momentary image of Christopher flashed through her mind. Hudson didn’t resemble her former fiancé in the least. Christopher had been shorter with light brown hair and blue eyes. So why had his image come to mind when she looked at Hudson? She couldn’t begin to answer that question.
She tried to shake off the pain in her heart. Thoughts of her old love usually didn’t bring as much hurt these days, and she thought of him less often. No one could ever replace Christopher. He’d been her life, and now he was gone. Her only comfort lay in knowing she would see him again in heaven.
“Ready to leave?” Hudson’s question snapped her out of her sentimental thoughts.
Melody nodded. “Annie assures me that I’m not needed here.”
“Good. I’ve called James. He should have the car at the front door when we get there.”
“James? Really?”
“Yeah. That’s his name.” A frown puckered Hudson’s eyebrows as they entered the lobby.
Melody shrugged. “When I was a kid we used say, ‘Home, James,’ to my dad when my brothers and I were strapped into our car seats in the back and we were pretending that he was our chauffeur.”
“Oh, I see.” Hudson stood aside as Melody scooted through the door ahead of him.
He probably didn’t see the same humor that she saw. He didn’t have to pretend to have a chauffeur. Why had she told Hudson that story? It only underscored the differences between them.
The inadequate feeling she thought she’d overcome slithered through her mind. She tried to push the unwelcome thoughts away, but they kept intruding. She remembered how the popular rich girls had befriended her, and she’d been on top of the world. But they’d made her the butt of their jokes. The reality of the situation had been a cruel awakening.
As a grown woman, she was stupid to let old hurts color her perception. But that incident popped into her thoughts more often than she would like. Once they were settled in the limousine, Hudson poured himself another glass of water. He raised his eyebrows as he gazed at her. “Would you like one?”
She nodded, her mouth parched. For a minute, they sipped their water in silence. What was he thinking? What did it matter? Even though she didn’t plan to go out with him again, she wanted this date to have been a success.
“So you have brothers?” After the silence, his question sounded like a loud clap in an empty room.
Melody pushed aside the cobwebs of her thoughts. “Yeah, younger brothers.”
“How many?”
Melody never knew how to respond when people asked that question. Fortunately, it didn’t come up that often. A lump rose in her throat as she thought about her eldest brother, Blake, who’d been killed when his dirt bike had skidded and slammed into a tree.
“Is that a question I shouldn’t have asked?” He peered at her in the dim light, concern on his face.
Waiting for her emotions to subside, she shook her head. “The eldest of my brothers died in a dirt bike accident when he was seventeen. He was a year younger than me. I have two other brothers. So I never know quite how to answer that question.”
“I’m sorry about your brother. That must’ve been a difficult time.”
“Thanks. It was for my whole family.” Melody lowered her gaze as she twisted the strap on her purse. She didn’t want to talk about it anymore, or she was afraid she might embarrass herself by bursting into tears. She’d lost too many men in her life.
Her brother. Her father. Her fiancé.
Hudson fell silent again, and Melody stared out the window as the limo turned onto her street. The evening was at its close, but she didn’t want it to end on a sad note. She had to say something cheery or at least make an attempt. “I appreciate you taking me to the fund-raiser. I had a good time.”
The concern on Hudson’s face morphed into a lazy smile. “Me, too. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to show off my dancing skills.”
Melody laughed, feeling the earlier sadness waft away. “Ms. Smithers would be proud.”
Hudson joined in the laughter. “Maybe. I don’t believe she ever considered me one of her star pupils. I stepped on too many toes.”
“She should’ve seen you tonight.”
“Thanks.” He set his empty glass on the bar, then turned to her. “I had more than a great time tonight. I enjoyed every minute with you. I’d like to take you out to dinner next Saturday.”
Melody’s heart caught in her throat. His request caught her off guard. Aware that she’d upped his expectations with her compliments, she wished he hadn’t asked. How could she explain her reasons for not wanting to go out with him again? She didn’t want to go into past heartaches that he couldn’t begin to understand. Could he possibly see how their very different backgrounds weren’t compatible? “I did have a fun time with you, but another date wouldn’t be a good idea. I’m sorry.”
His eyebrows knit above his brown eyes. “Why not? It’s only dinner.”
“I don’t know, Hudson.” Melody sighed. “I’m not sure I fit into your world.”
The limousine came to a stop in front of her house before Hudson could respond to her statement. He lowered the window between them and the driver. “James, we’re going to sit here for a minute.” Without waiting for James’s reply, Hudson turned back to her. “My world isn’t any different from yours.”
Shaking her head, Melody let out a halfhearted chuckle. “You come from a rich family. I’m from small-town Georgia and grew up poor. I went to the University of Georgia on a HOPE scholarship, got a degree in psychology and then a masters in counseling. I worked for a few years with a government job-counseling center before I started working at The Village. I love my work there. What do I know about the life of a multimillionaire?”
“Maybe you should find out. People are people. How can you make a judgment without getting to know me?”
“I don’t want to go down a road that wouldn’t be good for either of us. Tonight was wonderful, but this has to be it.” Melody gritted her teeth, wishing he would listen to reason, but his mentioning her judgment went right to her guilt. Was she too critical? But this wasn’t all about his money. She couldn’t forget his love of skydiving and car races—dangerous activities that took lives. She couldn’t be with a man who took such risks.
“I won’t take no for an answer.”
“Please don’t make this difficult. It’s not just because you come from wealth and I don’t. You like to live on the edge and I like to play it safe. How can that be a good combination?”
“It might be fun to find out.”
Melody let out an exasperated sigh. “You don’t give up, do you?”
“Not when I want something.” Hudson’s look could cut steel. “I won’t press you anymore tonight, but you haven’t heard the last of me, Ms. Hammond.”
“I’ll take that as a warning, Mr. Conrick.”
“James, I’ll be walking Ms. Hammond to the door.”
Again the driver seemed to materialize out of thin air. He opened the door. Hudson stepped out and extended his hand to Melody. She braced herself against her reaction to his touch as she took his hand. She didn’t want to like the way her hand felt in his, but she did. She didn’t want to like anything about tonight, but she did. She didn’t want to think about Hudson kissing her good-night, but she did. She couldn’t let that kiss happen, no matter what she wanted.
When they stepped onto her porch, Melody quickly snatched her keys from her purse and unlocked her door. She turned to look up at him, another lump forming in her throat. Her head was telling her to run and run fast, but her heart told her to take a chance. She couldn’t listen to her heart. “I can’t thank you enough for being my escort and for your support.”
That lazy smile reappeared. “Sure you can. You can go out with me again.”
Melody clenched her fist around her purse strap. She would not give in. She would stand her ground no matter how captivating his smile was. She would not take a chance on another man determined to pursue something dangerous, especially when it had no redeeming value. “I’m sorry, Hudson. The answer is no. Please don’t ask me again.”
“I’m not going to make promises I can’t keep.” Hudson leaned closer, almost close enough to kiss her.
“Thanks again. Good night.” Her heart pounding, she ducked inside as his good-night was lost in the closing of her door.
Melody watched through the sidelight window while Hudson strode away without a backward glance. Her wobbly legs failed to move an inch. She put her fingertips to her lips where he’d almost planted a kiss. Her pulse raced as she stood there until the taillights of the limousine faded from her view. She couldn’t let his persuasive words, his handsome face or his generous nature change her determination not to go out with him again.
* * *
The redbrick buildings of the former college gave a stately air to The Village of Hope campus. Even the grays of winter didn’t take away from the beauty as Hudson parked his car near the administration offices. How would Melody react when she saw him? He’d spent the past four days trying not to think about her, but her image plagued his thoughts.
Maybe his ego had taken a hit when she’d refused to go out with him again. He wasn’t used to women turning him down. But he was wary of female motives no matter the circumstances. Too often they were looking at his bank account and not at him. Melody certainly had reason to see him as a dollar sign even if her interest wasn’t personal.
He wanted another date with her, and he would find a way to get one. But first, he had other things to accomplish. After a little research, he’d discovered that they were still taking bids for the women’s shelter project. Winning that bid was his goal.
Hudson and Carter Duncan, the general manager and numbers guy from the construction division of Conrick Industries, walked into the impressive reception area with its shiny marble floor and the two-story ceiling. A smiling silver-haired woman sat behind the massive reception desk. “Good morning. May I help you?”
“Good morning, Lovie. I’m Hudson Conrick, and this is my colleague, Carter Duncan.” Hudson motioned toward the short stocky man with the thinning brown hair who stood nearby. “We have an appointment with Adam Bailey and Melody Hammond.”
Lovie’s brow wrinkled. “How do you know my name?”
Hudson pointed toward the little gold bar pinned to her jacket. “It says so right there on your name tag.”
Lovie shook her head. “You can’t fool me. You said my name before you were close enough to read it.”
“Okay. You’ve got me.” Hudson chuckled. “I heard about you and your quilt the other night at the fund-raiser.”
Clapping her hands together, Lovie beamed. “So wonderful what the Lord can do with a little bit of nothing.”
“I saw your quilt. That wasn’t a little bit of nothing. It was a lot of work. A true work of art and love.” Hudson leaned on the raised counter of the reception desk.
“Thank you. I am proud of it and so happy I was able to help The Village.” Lovie blushed as she reached for the phone. “I’ll let Adam know you’re on your way to his office, which is down the hallway to the left.”
“Thanks.” Hudson nodded, then fell into step with Carter as they made their way around the corner.
“I sure hope you know what you’re doing. I wouldn’t want to make your father unhappy with this venture.” Carter frowned as he slowed his step and turned to Hudson.
Hudson stopped, taking in the worry in Carter’s eyes. “I told you this project will be mine. I’m prepared to take this whole endeavor on my shoulders. You don’t have to be concerned about a thing.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“Your part is to help me get the numbers I need. I want to be armed with as much information as possible when I confront my father.”
Carter shook his head as they continued on their way. “Better you than me. Besides, I’d sure like it if this project saved my job.”
Their footsteps sounded loud in the quiet hallway as Hudson tried not to think about his dad’s reaction to this undertaking. He had heard rumors that the construction side of the business wasn’t doing well. Carter’s statement made it a certainty. Hudson would like nothing better than to save the jobs of all those involved. Before they reached their destination, Adam stepped into the hallway. “Good to see you again, Mr. Conrick.”
Hudson shook hands, then made introductions. Adam ushered them into his office. Hudson glanced around the Spartan space until his gaze rested on Melody. Although she smiled as she greeted them, she didn’t look happy to be there. Was she still wishing to avoid him?
Adam motioned for them to sit on the black leather chairs near his desk. “I understand you want to see the blueprints for the new project and tour the area. Is that correct?”
Hudson nodded as he shrugged out of his jacket and hung it over the back of the chair. “Carter here is my numbers man. He’ll want to see what you’ve got so Conrick Construction can give you a bid.”
“We’re close to making a decision, so you’ll have to give us your proposal by Monday.” Adam pushed the rolls of blueprints and another folder across the desk.
“That won’t be a problem.” Despite the statement, Hudson’s dry mouth and racing pulse gave him no peace. So much of what he wanted to prove to his father was riding on this proposal. For years he’d walked the path his father had set before him. Those dance lessons, law school and the army had been his father’s command. Hudson was determined not to jump to his dad’s wishes anymore. Staring death in the face on the battlefield made him realize he’d been living a life that had been chosen for him. He didn’t know who he was or what he wanted because he’d let someone else plan his life. Not anymore.
Could he make his case? No time for doubts. He would finally stand up for himself and make his own mark in this world. That included his interest in one very reluctant woman. Melody Hammond was a challenge he couldn’t resist.
While thoughts of standing up to his father rolled through Hudson’s mind, Carter studied the blueprints and the information Adam had provided. Finally, he closed the folder and glanced at Hudson. “I’d like to take these blueprints to the construction site.”
Adam waved a hand in Melody’s direction. “Melody will give you a tour. I have another meeting this morning, so I’ll meet you in the senior center after you finish.”
Melody produced another uncomfortable smile as she led Hudson and Carter into the hallway. “Let me stop by my office and grab my coat.”
“Sure.” Hudson nodded as he walked beside her. “It’s a little chilly out there today, unlike the night of the fund-raiser.”
She nodded, still trying to hold her smile in place as she scurried into her office and out of sight. Had he made a mistake in mentioning their date? He had to quit second-guessing himself. Women didn’t usually intimidate him, but Melody did. He’d never met a woman like her.
“I can see why you’re eager to do this project. She’s quite a looker.”
Annoyed at Carter’s description of Melody, Hudson glared at the other man. “She might be good-looking, but this isn’t about her. This is about business.”
“If you say so.” Grinning, Carter shrugged.
Hudson balled and unballed his hand. The urge to wipe that smile off Carter’s face passed through Hudson’s thoughts. Not wise. Not productive. Not Christian.
He took a deep breath as Melody reappeared wearing a dark gray trench coat. With a nod, she led them out the side door. The bright sunshine belied the temperature outside. Hudson liked the way sunlight sparkled in her blond hair as it lay on the jacket’s dark material. He wished he could say something to brighten her mood, but it was obvious his presence didn’t make her happy. Much the same as the night of the fund-raiser, Melody charged ahead at a fast clip as she made her way across the quad. She walked with determination. He liked that about her, too. When she reached the fountain, she stopped and turned. “I’ll show you our current women’s facility so you can see what’s been done before with an existing building.”
“Works for me.” Carter nodded.
Hudson nodded but didn’t say anything. He wanted to ask about the colored water and balloons on the fountain but decided against it. The less he said the better at this point. The situation demanded patience. Not one of his virtues. He’d let Carter take the lead. That might be more to Melody’s liking.
Melody took one of the sidewalks leading away from the fountain toward the right side of the quad. She said little until they reached the building, where she punched in a code on the pad next to the door. Looking up at Carter, she motioned for him to go in. “We hold security very important, especially for our women. So we require background checks on every member of your crew if you win the bid for this project.”
Without a word, Carter entered the building and Hudson followed, walking along the hallway where the faint smell of a pine-scented cleaning solution explained the gleaming tile floors. “Nice facility you have here.”
“Thanks.” Melody turned her head, giving him the first genuine smile of the day. “This used to be a dormitory that we converted into apartments. There are a dozen on each floor. That’s what we plan to do with the other building. That’s why I wanted to start here.”
“Your new project’s similar to this one?” Hudson asked.
“Yes.” Melody stepped toward the first door. “I’ve made arrangements for you to look at this apartment. The resident gave her permission to let me show the place while she’s attending job training. You’re welcome to look around.”
Carter made a hurried trip through the place while Hudson took a more leisurely stroll, observing the modest furnishings in the two-bedroom dwelling. When he finished his tour, he joined Carter, who was studying the blueprints he’d laid out on the dinette table near the galley kitchen.
Hudson glanced at Melody. “Do they all have the same layout?”
“Basically.” Melody shifted her weight from foot to foot as her gaze flitted around the room. “Are you ready to see the other building?”
“Absolutely,” Carter said as he rolled up the blueprint.
Minutes later, as Melody reached the door to the next building, she turned, focusing her attention on Carter. Hudson didn’t want to believe that she was doing her best to ignore him, but he couldn’t dismiss the evidence.
“When we go in, you’ll see that the interior has been gutted. It’s been that way for a couple of years. We’d planned to renovate it right after we did the other one, but we didn’t have the funds at the time. So we put this one on hold.”
Hudson digested this information as Melody granted them access. He glanced around at the bare concrete block walls and floors illuminated with light filtering through dingy windows. He tried to focus on the possibilities rather than the grim picture the place presented while Carter asked the questions. Hudson figured the less he said the better.
After they completed the tour, Melody locked up, then turned to face them. “Do you have more questions for me?”
“Not right now, but I may have some after I go over the information I’ve collected today.” Carter stuck the rolled-up blueprints under his arm.
Melody produced one of those forced smiles. “Good. Then we’ll meet with Adam.”
While they walked back across the quad, she chatted comfortably with Carter. The breeze ruffled her blond hair around her shoulders as she laughed at something he said. Why couldn’t she be that comfortable with him? She obviously wanted to make it abundantly clear that she meant what she’d told him the night of the fund-raiser. She wouldn’t go out with him again. Would that be a strike against Conrick Construction getting the bid?
Hudson shook that question away as they walked into the senior center cafeteria. The folks here at The Village would make a sound business decision based on the bids they received. Not on personal feelings.
Melody introduced them to the woman who signed them in. Another layer of security. Immediately, Adam joined them and led them to a nearby table.
“Do you have questions for me now that you’ve seen the building we want to renovate?” Adam asked.
Hudson leaned back and steepled his fingers as he placed his elbows on the arms of the chair. “Melody has explained your emphasis on security, so will we have access to a construction entrance for our heavy equipment?”
“I’m glad you brought up that point. When we did the first renovations, we didn’t have any residents so we didn’t have to worry about security.” Adam wrinkled his brow. “We have an emergency entrance on the road that runs along the back side of the campus. It’s there for vehicles that are unable to go through the main gate. I’m sure we can make some arrangements to use it if the need arises.”
Melody scooted forward in her chair and frowned. “Do you think it’ll be necessary to use that?”
Despite her frown, Hudson relished her question. At least, she was talking to him. “I wanted to cover all the bases. The logistics will figure into our bid. I know how important security is to you.”
A little smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Yeah, it is. So opening another entrance worries me.”
“I understand. If we get the bid, I’ll be personally responsible for personnel and vehicles that go through there if we have to use it.” Hudson watched her expression as she took in his response.
“I appreciate that, and I’ll hold you to it.” The look in her brown eyes let him know that she meant business. “We can’t be too careful when it comes to the women here. They depend on us for their safety.”
Hudson tried to put himself in the place of the women who had fled abusive situations and the fear they must feel.
“Does that cover everything?” Adam asked.
Nodding, Carter looked Hudson’s way as he tapped the roll of blueprints. “I’ve got everything I need.”
“Great.” Adam stood. “You’re welcome to join us for lunch.”
“Sounds good to me.” Hudson nodded as he glanced at Melody. He breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t make some excuse to leave.
Carter stood. “I appreciate the invitation, but I’ve got to get back to the office. We’ll have that bid to you by the deadline.”
Hudson popped up from his chair. “I’ll be right back after I see Carter to the exit.”
“Good to meet you. I look forward to seeing your bid.” Adam shook Carter’s hand, then turned to Hudson. “We’ll wait here for you.”
“Thanks.” Hudson fell into step beside Carter. “So what do you think?”
“We can come up with a competitive bid, but I’m not sure it’ll meet muster with that pretty blonde. What did you do to get on her bad side?” Carter gave Hudson a speculative glance.
“Hard telling. I’m not going to worry about her.”
Carter narrowed his gaze. “I thought you wanted this project because of her.”
“I told you before she’s not the reason for my interest in this. Showing my dad that I can be my own man is on top of the list.” Hudson clapped Carter on the back. “We’ll talk after you’ve had a chance to crunch the numbers. Thanks for your work.”
Hudson hurried back to the table. He didn’t miss Melody’s less-than-enthusiastic smile upon his return, but he wouldn’t let that dampen his spirit.
As they went through the cafeteria line, Hudson took in Melody’s interaction with those around her. She had a smile for the workers and knew them by name. What did he need to do to gain one of those smiles? Maybe he should quit thinking about himself. That might be a start in the right direction.
For too many years, he’d lived his life, never understanding the plight of folks less fortunate than himself. Even though his parents had always been charity minded, he hadn’t known how other people lived until he’d joined the army. Looking back, he could see his father’s wisdom when he’d insisted that Hudson spend time in the military. The experience had given him a new perspective on life and the world.
Could Melody appreciate that, or would she continue to look at him as a person who was out of touch with the people she served? He’d done himself no favors the night of the fund-raiser when he’d jokingly talked about attending the event to please his father. At the beginning of the evening, he’d had no idea that he’d find Melody a very fascinating woman. Now he had to work doubly hard to undo her bad impression of him. No easy task. And if she did show an interest in him, would it be for him or the money he could contribute to her cause? When it came to women, that thought was never far from the surface.
After they brought their food to the table, Adam offered a prayer of thanks. For a few minutes, they ate without saying anything, the sounds of lively conversation flowing around them. Hudson observed the residents of the senior center as they partook of their meals. The place radiated with joy. This was a happy place—one he wanted to help. And he wanted to help one very independent woman, but he wasn’t sure she wanted it.
Hudson set down his fork. “The residents here seem to be having a good time.”
Melody nodded. “We do our best to make this a wonderful place to live. Ian does a great job with the facility.”
“That’s right,” Adam said to Hudson. “In fact, he’s got one of the most anticipated events of the year for the senior center coming up. The Valentine banquet. We can always use some volunteers for that. Would you be interested?”
Hudson let the request roll through his mind as he watched the consternation spread across Melody’s face. She wasn’t happy about Adam’s suggestion. Was this a chance to prove to her that he was willing to help others? “What kind of volunteers do you need?”
“Adam, Ian probably has enough helpers.” Melody wrinkled her brow. “He usually invites the youth group from his dad’s church to act as servers, and we always have plenty of people from right here. You don’t need to be bothering Hudson.”
Adam nodded. “That’s true, but it never hurts to let other folks see what we’re doing. What do you say, Hudson?”
“It sounds like a great opportunity. I’ll talk to Ian and see where he can use my services.” He’d love to help out where he could, and if this was another way to spend more time with Melody Hammond, then things were looking up.
Chapter Three (#ulink_0e44ac88-0aa5-5f8f-adbf-388da0d47822)
The two-story cream-colored stucco house with the stone accents spread out across the piney woods landscape like a small hotel. Hudson surveyed the structure as he parked his car in the circular drive. Melody would probably consider the residence a place of excess. He’d seen her reaction when he’d shown up in a limo. But that had been his best option. He’d thought to spare her from trying to get in and out of his sports car in a dress or having to clamber over the junk in his SUV. And after he’d seen her gown, he knew he’d made the right decision.
Melody probably thought he lived a life of luxury and didn’t understand the plight of the people she helped every day. What would it take to convince her that having money was a good thing? Making money was something he was good at, and he intended to keep doing it. Did that make him a bad guy? He wanted to show her how his wealth could help her beyond her fund-raising.
But first he had to convince his dad that doing the construction for The Village was a valuable thing.
Loping toward the front porch, Hudson formulated the speech he hoped would convince his father. Hudson strode through the house until he reached the office at the far end of the first floor. Armed with Carter’s facts and figures, Hudson knocked on the dark oak-paneled door.
“Come in.” H. P. Conrick’s deep voiced boomed from the other side.
Hudson pushed open the door. “Hey, Dad.”
“Hello, son. What can I do for you today?”
“I’ve got a project to run by you.”
H.P. motioned toward the chair next to his cherry-inlaid mahogany desk. “Have a seat.”
As he made himself comfortable, Hudson studied his father and tried to gauge his mood. With his silver-gray hair and trim physique, H.P. was a commanding figure, even a little intimidating. Hudson took a deep breath and then started to explain the details of his bid on the women’s shelter project at The Village. His father appeared to be listening intently but with a skeptical attitude.
“Why is this so important to you? Does it have anything to do with a pretty blonde?”
Hudson knit his eyebrows together. “Why would you say that?”
H.P.’s laughter echoed through the room. “The Clarks mentioned seeing you with a lovely young lady in a red dress. They were quite impressed with her.”
Had this information reached his mother’s ears? She would be all over it—her matchmaking antennae at full strength. Hudson couldn’t deny an interest in Melody, but when it came to women, caution was his operative word. He wasn’t about to fall into the trap of women who used him for his wealth again, no matter how appealing Melody Hammond might be. He wanted to get to know her in his own time and see what kind of person lay behind her pretty face.
“Melody’s in charge of the women’s ministries at The Village, and this is a cause Conrick Industries can get behind—good PR for the company and a worthy cause, too.” Hudson squared his shoulders. “I want to be in charge of this endeavor.”
H.P. wrinkled his brow. “Ridiculous. You’ve not worked on the construction side of the business for years. Why would you think you’re qualified to be in charge?”
Doubts crowded Hudson’s mind, but he shoved them aside. “It’s true I haven’t been involved in that part of the business since before I was in the army, but it’s still my first love when it comes to Conrick Industries.”
“I’ve nearly decided to divest the construction portion of the business. It’s too volatile and hasn’t produced substantial income in recent years.” H.P. stood and pounded his desk, his voice raised. “And now you’re asking me to practically give away our services. I won’t do that no matter how good the publicity.”
Hudson hoped his dad wouldn’t blow up. “Do you have a prospective buyer?”
“No, but I’ll close it down if I can’t find one. Better than pouring money into a losing proposition.”
“What about the people who work there? They’ll lose their jobs.”
H.P. knit his shaggy eyebrows. “Hard business decisions must be made.”
“Let me take it off your hands.”
H.P. sat on the front of his desk and narrowed his gaze. “You want to take over a business that’s struggling to survive?”
The consequences of failure swirled through Hudson’s thoughts. What would he prove to his dad if he didn’t succeed? Hudson wanted to strike out on his own, and the perfect opportunity had just materialized. “I do. I’ll take it as my part of the inheritance. You can draw up the papers, and I won’t expect another thing from your will.”
His dad pushed himself away from the desk and began pacing back and forth across the black, gold and cream colored design in the Oriental rug. Finally, he stopped, disapproval radiating from his eyes. “It can’t happen. That’s not what I have planned for you.”
Hudson took a deep breath. “Dad, I’ve told you before. I don’t want to take over the family business—”
“You don’t have a choice.” H.P. glared at Hudson.
“Elizabeth wants the job. She’s worked at the company and is well qualified. She has an MBA to go along with her talent. Her kids are grown, and she could devote her time to the business. She’d be the perfect one to step into your shoes when you decide to retire.”
“No. Do you understand me? You’re going to do as I say and take over the company. Your sister’s not as well versed as you.”
“Only because you resisted letting her learn the ropes.” Hudson stood and went to the window that looked out on the piney woods running up to the expanse of barely green lawn. What would it take to change his father’s mind? He turned, trying to keep his cool in the wake of his father’s displeasure. “You have a few years to teach her everything you know. She’s smart, and she’s good at what she does. It’s been her dream to step into your shoes since she was two.”
With a glower on his face, H.P. joined Hudson at the window. “What do you mean since she was two?”
Hudson strode over to the built-in bookcases that covered a whole wall and picked up a photo frame that contained a collage. He pointed to the photo in one corner. “See.”
A begrudging smile crept across his dad’s face as he studied the photo of his eldest daughter wearing his shoes when she was a toddler. Shaking his head, he narrowed his gaze as he looked at Hudson. “I don’t care what you say. A Conrick son takes over for the father. That’s the way it’s always been done, and that’s the way it’ll stay.”
“If something will work better doing it a different way, don’t you change instead of sticking with the old way?”
H.P. gave Hudson a begrudging nod. “I suppose.”
“Dad, bring the company into the twenty-first century. Let Elizabeth take over.”
“You’re wasting your breath if you think you can change my mind.” H.P. boomed his annoyance.
“For now, will you at least let me run the construction division?” Hudson held his breath, waiting for his dad’s reaction.
“If you do, I’ll expect you to make money. I won’t tolerate losses.”
“And there won’t be any.” Hudson wished he could be sure of that statement. Was he stepping out on a limb that wouldn’t hold him?
“Are you still involved in that skydiving stuff—a frivolous pursuit?”
“What’s a frivolous pursuit?” Hudson’s mother walked into the room.
“Susan, talk some sense into your son.” H.P. greeted his wife with a kiss on the cheek.
“My son? I thought he was your son, too.” Susan gave Hudson a hug.
“Well, right now I’m wondering about that.” H.P. looped an arm around his wife’s shoulders. “He’s bucking the family tradition.”
“Do I need to act as referee between you two again?” Susan smiled up at her husband.
“No, just talk some sense into him.”
Susan looked over at Hudson. “Can you stay for lunch?”
Hudson wondered whether his mother could help his dad see the wisdom of granting Elizabeth her wish. Maybe his dad needed a woman’s point of view. “Yeah.”
“Excellent. We’re having some of Sarah’s chili. It’s simmering on the stove as we speak.” Susan slipped an arm through her husband’s and paraded him to the door.
Watching his parents, Hudson followed. They were a happy couple, with a very traditional marriage where his mother, unlike his sisters, worked inside the home. Still fit for her age and still young looking thanks to the hairdresser who made sure she stayed a brunette rather than a graying matriarch, his mom was a pampered Southern belle with a housekeeper, cook and gardener. She spent her time doing church charity functions or community service, besides playing tennis and golf weekly when the weather permitted. Her charity activities should bode well for his efforts to help The Village.
When they reached the kitchen, Sarah, his parents’ longtime cook, was busy at the stove. She turned to greet them. Her face lit up when she saw Hudson. She wiped her hands on a towel and hurried to greet him with a hug. “My favorite boy.”
Hudson chuckled. “Sarah, you’d think one of these days you’d realize I’m grown up.”
“Never.” She laughed as she returned to the stove.
“Mom tells me you’re serving us your famous chili.” Hudson remembered many a time when Sarah would sneak him cookies when he was a little boy.
“Absolutely, and the biggest serving is for you.” She handed him an oversize bowl, steaming with the delicious mixture.
“Thanks.” Hudson cradled it in his hands, the heat warming his heart. “Come join us.”
Sarah shook her head. “Thanks, but I’ve already eaten, and I need to get dinner ready.”
After Sarah served his parents, they found seats at the round oak table in the kitchen nook. H.P. gave thanks for the food, and they began eating in silence. Hudson wanted to bring up their earlier discussion but decided to wait for his father to start the conversation.
Setting down her spoon, Hudson’s mother broke the silence. “What were you two arguing about?”
H.P. gave his wife an annoyed look. “We were having a discussion.”
“True, but we’re on opposite sides of the issue.” Hudson nodded as he explained the situation.
“H.P., this time your son’s right.” Susan patted her husband’s arm. “You can’t push your kids into doing something they don’t want to do. Give Hudson some freedom. Let him fly.”
His father harrumphed. “What do you mean let him fly? He wants to skydive. What a waste of time.”
“Give him wings to do what he chooses. He jumped out of planes to serve his country. He deserves to use that skill however he wants.” Susan raised an eyebrow.
Hudson listened to his parents bicker back and forth about his future. He needed to stand up for himself rather than let his mother argue for him. “Dad, I’ve worked for you ever since I got out of the army. I’ve done your bidding. Now I’m going to chart my own path. I’d like your blessing to run the construction division, but if not, don’t plan on me taking over Conrick Industries. Elizabeth can do that far better than I can.”
A muscle worked in H.P.’s jaw. The silence in the room shouted louder than anything his father could have said. Hudson feared he could never convince his father that his sister deserved a chance to prove herself.
“Mr. C., you should listen to your son. Ms. Elizabeth is one smart lady.” Sarah turned back to the stove.
A frown knitting his brow, H.P. glanced at her. Hudson held his breath, waiting for his father to boom out his disapproval. Instead, he set down his spoon and eyed Hudson. “You can’t use these women to persuade me to turn things over to Elizabeth. You’re a Conrick son, and you will run the company when I retire. However, I’ll let you see what you can do with the construction division, but I’ll reevaluate things in six months.”
“Thanks, Dad. You won’t be disappointed.” Frustrated that he couldn’t change his father’s mind, Hudson had to make do with whatever opportunity he was offered for now.
* * *
“The bid from Conrick Construction wins my vote.”
Melody’s heart sank as Bob Franklin, chairman of the board for The Village, voiced his opinion. After their detailed discussion of each bid, how could she disagree with the three men who sat around the table with her?
“What do you think, Melody?” Ian raised his eyebrows as he looked her way.
Melody sighed. “I concur. They’ve given us the best bid.”
“It’s a good choice.” Adam nodded. “I was impressed when Mr. Conrick and Mr. Duncan came out to view the building. I believe we’ll be happy with this choice.”
A murmur of agreement went around the table as Melody resigned herself to working with Hudson. She’d prayed that God would lead the group to make the wisest decision, even if it meant hiring Hudson’s company. She hoped he would honor her wishes and not push for another date, especially now that they would be associates on this project. As the head of Conrick Construction, how much would Hudson be involved with the day-to-day activities? She could hope not much, but something told her the chances were slim.
“Looks as though you have a phone call to make, Melody.” Adam stood and pushed in his chair.
She grabbed her satchel from the floor. “After we have a signed contract bond, I’ll send an email to everyone with a full report.”
“Good job today.” Bob Franklin shook hands with everyone, then accompanied Melody to the door and opened it for her. “I’ll be looking for that report. Thanks.”
She nodded and slipped down the hall to her office. Once inside, she leaned back against the door and closed her eyes. Now she had to call Hudson. With a heavy sigh, she made her way across the room and plopped onto her chair as she put her satchel on the desk. She extracted her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she came to his name.
She stared at the screen, willing herself to dial the number, but she couldn’t do it yet. Instead, she bowed her head. She needed strength in order to make this call and not come across in a negative manner. This project was important to a lot of women who needed a safe place, and she couldn’t let personal feelings jeopardize it in any way. Lord, please give me wisdom where Hudson Conrick is concerned. Please provide me peace for this situation. Let me have a loving heart for all concerned.
Taking a deep breath, Melody tapped the screen. The phone began to ring while her heart raced.
“Hudson Conrick.”
His deep voice made Melody’s heart beat even faster. “Hello, Mr. Conrick. This is Melody Hammond from The Village. I’m calling to let you know that we’ve decided to award Conrick Construction the contract for the women’s shelter.”
“That’s great news! I’m looking forward to working with you on this very worthy project.”
Melody wished she could say, “me, too,” but it would be a lie. “Ian has prepared a contract bond for you or a representative from the company to sign.”
“When would be a good time for me to meet with you?”
“Contact Ian. He’s in charge of contracts.”
“I will.”
“When do you plan to start the work?” Melody wanted to prepare herself for Hudson’s presence on campus.
“I hope to sign the contract today, and we’ll get started as soon as the permits are in place.”
“Good. So we’ll talk after everything’s ready.” Melody ended the call, already eager for him to finish, so she wouldn’t have to deal with him. But this was her project and she would see it through. She’d already spent a sleepless night thinking about today’s decision. Now it was done.
She walked to the window and stared out at the quad. The sun glinted off the water cascading in the fountain. Bare-branched trees lifted their limbs into the blue sky. The mild winter weather reminded her of the night she’d gone out with Hudson. She couldn’t deny that she’d enjoyed the evening. It would be so easy to accept another date with him, but she couldn’t let herself get tangled up with a man who liked to take chances, or a wealthy man who used his money and influence to get what he wanted.
Hudson was every bit that person.
But she knew she wasn’t being fair to him. She couldn’t go into the project with a negative attitude. Prayer. That was what she needed again. It had helped her through the phone conversation. It would help her again while she worked with him.
Lord, help me to see Hudson through Your eyes and not my own. Help us to have a good working relationship so this project can move forward in a way that is pleasing to You.
When she raised her head, she tried to analyze why she was on pins and needles. The answer wasn’t hard to find. Hudson represented a temptation she wasn’t sure she could resist, despite her fears. She would be strong and determined. She wouldn’t succumb to his appeals no matter how attractive. Now she had things to do and didn’t have time to worry about Hudson’s presence on campus.
An hour later, completely absorbed in her paperwork, Melody jumped when a knock sounded on the door. “Come in.”
Ian poked his head around the door. “I need a witness while Hudson signs the papers.”
“Sure.” Melody moved with deliberate slowness as she prepared to meet Hudson. When she walked into Ian’s office, her calm preparation fled. Hudson’s handsome face and lazy smile made her pulse thunder just like the night of their date.
“Hello, Melody.”
She took a deep breath. “You got here quickly.”
“Would I be in trouble if I told you I was in a hurry to see you?”
“You would probably be better off if you told me you were in a hurry to sign the contract bond.”
His smile spread into a grin. “That, too.”
Not daring to look at Ian, Melody headed toward her desk and wondered what he thought of Hudson’s comments. “Okay. I’m ready to witness.”
Hudson looked so at ease, and she was tied in knots for no reason at all—at least, any reason that made sense. Why was she letting him make her so nervous?
In a matter of minutes he’d put his signature on the front page and initialed the remaining ones. She signed, and Ian put his notary seal on the document.
“We’re official.” Ian shook hands with Hudson. “Congratulations again.”
Ian pulled his cell phone from his pocket and looked at the screen. “It’s almost time for lunch. Join me, and we can discuss the Valentine banquet.”
“Sounds good.” Hudson glanced in her direction. “You’ll be coming, too, won’t you?”
Melody let the invitation roll through her mind. She would look bad if she declined. She couldn’t avoid interacting with Hudson in the days to come, so she might as well get used to having him around. Thankfully today Ian would act as a buffer. “Certainly. Let me get my purse and jacket in my office.”
As Melody met the two men in the hallway, she said another prayer for peace of mind. When she looked up, Hudson was smiling at her as if he knew this lunch meeting wasn’t to her liking. Or was that her imagination? The future was going to be filled with a lot of prayer if today was any indication. “I’m ready.”
Hudson fell into step beside her as she headed for the door. “Are you a runner?”
“No. Why do you ask?” She scooted through the door he held open.
“You’re always in a hurry.” He gave her a wry smile.
“I’m usually racing from one part of the campus to another. So I tend to walk fast.”
“Yeah, I can hardly keep up with her.” Ian chuckled. “Lovie’s nicknamed her the Roadrunner.”
“Do you like hiking?” Hudson asked.
“I’ve never hiked.”
“You should try it.”
“No time. We’ve got a women’s shelter to build.” Melody wondered whether Hudson was trying to draw her into some group activity that she couldn’t bow out of gracefully. She kept hearing his words. I won’t press you anymore tonight, but you haven’t heard the last of me, Ms. Hammond. He was true to his word. Could she be true to hers? Hudson pointed toward the fountain as they walked by it. “What’s the deal with the green water and balloons?”
“We have a sponsor for the fountain today.” Melody stopped and looked up at the purple balloons waving in the breeze.
“What does that mean?” Hudson asked.
“Last year when The Village was in financial distress, we decided to offer people the opportunity to make a donation in order to decorate the fountain for a special occasion.” Melody started walking again. “Today’s sponsor is Brady Hewitt. You met him at the fund-raiser. He’s engaged to Adam’s daughter, Kirsten.”
Hudson nodded. “I remember them.”
“It’s his grandmother’s birthday. She’s a resident in the assisted living facility, and she loves green and lavender.”
Opening the door to the senior center, Ian eyed Hudson. “You should get to know Brady. You two have a few things in common. He was in the army and is a big car buff.”
“Yeah, good to know another army guy. I could arrange a guys’ night out—maybe a Hawks game.”
Ian nodded. “I could go for that.”
Melody took in the men’s conversation with interest. Ian treated Hudson like any other guy he knew—not like someone who came from wealth and privilege. She ought to take a lesson from her friend and remember that God looked at the heart, not on the outward appearance or one’s bank account.
“So I could sponsor this fountain if I wanted to?” Hudson looked her way, a twinkle in his eyes, as they made their way to the registration desk.
“Sure. Make a donation and one of the maintenance staff will decorate the fountain per your instructions.” Melody refused to speculate about Hudson’s thoughts. “You have something in mind?”
“I might. I’ll think about it.”
After the threesome signed in, they made their way through the cafeteria line, the two guys talking about cars and sports. When they reached the table, Hudson set his tray down, then pulled out a chair for her and helped her out of her jacket. Was he working to impress her? No. She already knew the answer.
He was a gentleman. She’d seen the evidence during their date. He didn’t have to impress anyone. When he walked into a room, people took notice. The cafeteria ladies couldn’t wait to serve him. Even the senior ladies smiled at him as he went by. Well, he could bask in the admiration of those other women. He didn’t need hers.
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Merrillee Whren
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Дата публикации: 16.04.2024
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