The Hamilton Heir. Valerie Hansen

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

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

      Chapter Two

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

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

      “No.”

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

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

      “So, rent a car.”

      “I tried.”

      Tim was getting perturbed. “And?”

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

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

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

      “You called everybody in the book?”

      “Everybody. Even the guys that rent clunkers.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

      “Tonight?”

      “Yes. Two nights this week.”

      “Uh-oh.”

      “My sentiments, exactly.”

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

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

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

      “Under the circumstances, yes,” he said.

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

      “Why not?”

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

      “Why not?”

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

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

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

      “And I’m the other half?”

      “Something like that.”

      “I see.”

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

      “Okay what?”

      “I’ll drive you.”

      “That wasn’t what I meant.”

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

      “You don’t have to do this.”

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

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

      “Amy? You mean my sister? Why her?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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