Chance thought about being so near Tom’s wife on a daily basis. He wasn’t sure he could handle it, the constant reminder that he owed his life to Tom. “Is there anywhere else I can rent a room?”
“Probably. But not as convenient, that is if you really want to help Tanya. Or are you here to hide?”
Samuel’s question pierced through the layers of protection Chance used to shield himself from others. If he was smart, he would leave and do exactly that.
“Look you don’t have any way of getting around except walking, and Tanya’s house is close to downtown so you can get just about any place you’ll need to go from that apartment.”
Chance held up his hand. “Okay, Reverend. You’ve convinced me. I’ll see the lady about it.”
Samuel took a long sip of his coffee. “Good. I also have lined up the interview with Nick Blackburn for that job I told you about when we spoke last week on the phone. He’s looking for an assistant to help him with the part of his company he’s moved to Sweetwater. Still interested?”
“I need a job while I live here, so yes, I’m still interested. What does Mr. Blackburn know about me?”
“That you are a friend of mine, that’s all.”
“I’ll have to tell him where I’ve been.”
“Yeah, I know, but it needs to come from you. Nick will respect that.” Samuel sipped his coffee.
“When’s the interview?”
“Nine o’clock tomorrow morning. His office is two blocks down on Main. The brand-new, seven-story tall redbrick building. You probably saw it coming into town on the bus.”
“Yeah. He works Saturdays?” Everything was moving so fast. Was he ready to plunge back into the world of big business? Once that had been his life. Once he’d worked long hours to get ahead at his job. Now he wished he had that time back, that he’d spent it with the family he no longer had.
“Sometimes. Usually he spends his weekends with his family, but he knew you were arriving today and decided to do it tomorrow. He said something about having to be in Chicago early next week.”
“I’ve heard of Blackburn Industries. I didn’t realize he’d moved his corporate offices from Chicago to Sweetwater.”
Samuel shrugged. “Love is a strong motivator. His wife is from here.” Samuel finished his cup of coffee. “I’ll drive you over to Tanya’s.”
“No, I need to do this on my own. You can call her and give her a reference so she’ll open the door, but the rest will have to be up to me.”
“Fine, but Chance, you aren’t alone in this world. I told you that in prison and I’m telling you that now.”
“I know. I know, Reverend. God is with me. He stood by me while I watched my family taken from me and while I was on trial. He was there with me in prison when I was fighting for my life.” Chance saw the disappointment in Samuel’s eyes that his sarcastic words had caused.
“I know how you feel, but you didn’t give Him a chance to be with you.”
Chance slipped from the booth. He didn’t want to hear it. Samuel knew how he felt about the Lord who had abandoned him in his time of need. They’d even had a discussion about it when Samuel had come to the prison to minister to the inmates. “How do I get to Tanya Bolton’s house?”
Samuel wrote an address on a napkin and handed it to him. “Go three blocks north on Main to Second, then go five blocks east on Second and that’s Berryhill Road. Sure you don’t want me to at least drop you off?”
“No, the exercise will be good for me.” Chance turned from the booth and headed for the door. The very act of going anywhere he wanted was precious to him. He would never take freedom of movement for granted again.
Outside he relished the warmth of the sun on his face, the fresh air, laced with newly mowed grass and grilled meat from a barbecue restaurant on the next block. A slender man dressed in a suit passed him on the sidewalk and nodded a greeting. Automatically Chance returned it with his own nod. The sudden realization that for the next few months he would be thrust into the middle of life in a small town sent panic bolting through him. He’d grown up in a small town and knew that little was a secret for long. He didn’t want to see the doubt and possibly even fear in the eyes of the residents of Sweetwater when they learned he’d been in prison.
“I’ve got the sign out in front and I’ve advertised in the paper. Now all I need is someone to rent the apartment over the garage,” Tanya Bolton said as she switched the cordless phone to her other ear.
“You did such a nice job fixing the place up. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble finding a tenant.”
“I hope you’re right, Zoey, because I need the money. Having a teenage daughter who’s growing out of all her clothes is expensive.”
“Will I see you at Alice’s Café tomorrow?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss our Saturday get-together.” Tanya lowered her voice, cupping the mouthpiece closer to her. “I don’t know if I would have made it without you, Darcy, Beth and Jesse. You know I’ll be there.”
“See you tomorrow,” Zoey Witherspoon said as a beep sounded, indicating another call on the line.
Tanya pushed a button. “Hello?”
“This is Samuel. I’m glad you’re home, Tanya. I’ve got a friend coming over right now to see your apartment. He’s going to be here for a while and needs a place to stay.”
“A tenant! I was just talking to Zoey about not having shown the apartment to anyone yet.”
“Then this is your lucky day. He’ll be a great tenant. His name is Chance Taylor.”
The sound of the doorbell ringing drew Tanya’s attention. She walked toward the front door with the cordless phone still in her hand and noticed through the frosted glass a large man on her porch. “Looks like he’s here. Thanks, Samuel. I really appreciate the referral.” She laid the phone on the table in the small foyer, then hurriedly opened the door.
Before her stood a man several inches over six feet tall with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and muscular arms. His large presence dwarfed her small porch and blocked her doorway. Her gaze flew to his face, taking in his hard, square jaw, his nose that had been broken once, his vivid blue eyes and his short black hair. All his features came together in a pleasing countenance with just a hint of sadness in it. Surprised by that thought, Tanya wasn’t sure where the impression came from.
His neutral expression evolved into a half grin. “Tanya Bolton?”
His presence filled her vision. “Yes,” she managed to say, stunned by how overpowering Samuel’s friend was.
“I’m Chance Taylor. Samuel was supposed to call you about me. I’d like to rent your apartment.”
The deep, baritone of his voice flowed over her, smooth like a river of honey. Slowly his dark blue eyes lit with a gleam like periwinkles basking in the sunlight. Then his mouth lifted in a full grin, causing dimples to appear in both cheeks.
“Is it still for rent?”
She nodded, for some reason her voice still unable to work properly.
“How much?”
She mentally shook herself out of her daze. This was business. “Three hundred a month plus utilities.”
He dug into the front pocket of his black jeans and withdrew a wad of cash. After peeling off three one hundred dollar bills, crisp and new, he handed them to her.
She peered at the money, thinking of all the bills she needed to pay. Then common sense prevailed. “I don’t want to take your money until you’ve