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Belinda smiled and waved when she saw Sam Barryman’s sporty red Camaro pulling into her driveway at precisely nine-thirty on Sunday morning. It was hard to remember exactly when Sam had started taking her to church. He hadn’t asked. He’d simply begun showing up. For the past six or eight months she’d accepted his presence without question. This morning, however, she found it strangely annoying.

Tall, blond and athletic, the doctor bounded up the front steps to her house and held the door open for her. “Good. You’re on time. I’m glad to see my suggestions worked.”

“I beg your pardon?” Belinda wrinkled her brow.

“My suggestions. About getting you organized,” he said, ignoring her negative expression. “Can’t have my future wife running around being late all the time.”

Belinda couldn’t decide which assumption she wanted to object to first. Having spent the past few days soul-searching, she decided on the farthest-reaching one. “I told you, Sam. We’re good friends. There’s no reason to spoil a great relationship by getting married.”

“So you say.” He slipped his arm around her waist and escorted her down the porch steps, not letting go until they reached his car. As he opened the passenger door for her he said, “If you weren’t such a prude we could be having a lot more fun right now, though.”

Belinda rolled her eyes. “We’ve been over and over this subject, Sam. It’s not open to discussion.”

Chuckling, he circled the car and slid behind the wheel. “Okay. But I’m not going to wait for you forever.”

“I’ve never asked you to wait for me at all. That was your idea.”

“Because you’re worth it.” He flashed her a toothpaste smile and reached over to pat her hand as he drove. “All I have to do is figure out how to make you wake up and realize I’d be the perfect husband for you.”

Belinda wanted to refute his claim but something held her back. Was it possible Sam was right? Could she be making a terrible mistake? It was conceivable. Sam was a nice enough person, and according to her late father she’d never shown good judgment where men were concerned.

Lost in thought she smoothed the skirt of her silky teal blue dress, admiring the beautiful fabric. The dress was one of her favorites, even though Sam had admitted he didn’t care for it. He preferred she wear tailored outfits in more subdued colors, especially when she accompanied him to Chamber dinners or other business functions. She didn’t really mind.

When it came to attending church, however, she wanted to feel uplifted, joyful. Bright colors helped her do that. So did singing. When the organ, piano and choir voices filled the sanctuary with heavenly music, she was transported to a time of carefree childhood, when her family had been intact and she hadn’t imagined she’d one day feel so alone. So abandoned. So…

Oh, stop! Belinda ordered in disgust. You’re being ridiculous. You have much more to be thankful for than a lot of people do. You should be ashamed of yourself.

She truly was ashamed. After all, she still had Eloise and a whole church-full of dear friends, not to mention the other people in Serenity who cared about her. It was a wonderful place. Even with its small town politics and petty rivalries it beat living in a big city, where most neighbors didn’t even know each other’s names. Or care to learn them.

Sam’s voice jarred her reverie as he wheeled the Camaro into the church parking lot. “Well, we’re here. What are you thinking about? You looked awfully serious just now.”

“Serenity,” Belinda said, smiling. “The town, not the frame of mind. Sometimes I can hardly believe how perfect this place is.”

“Hold that thought,” he teased. “It’s excellent PR for the Chamber of Commerce.”

“I know.” She looped her purse strap over one arm, cradled her Bible and got out. “Remember that the next time I ask for a raise.”

“I will.” As they started for the large, redbrick church he offered her his arm, waited until she took it, then leaned closer to add, “Of course, if you were my wife, you wouldn’t have to worry about working.”

Belinda decided it was wisest to treat his comment lightly. She batted her lashes, gazed at him melodramatically and said, “Oh, sugar pie, you mean I’d get to stay home with all twelve of our kids?”

Sam’s resulting chuckle sounded more like choking than laughing. “How about we start with one or two?” He raised an eyebrow. “Or were you kidding?”

Stifling a giggle she told him, “I was kidding. I can’t believe you thought I was serious.”

“I never know with you. Your moods can be really hard to read sometimes.”

“Oh?” Belinda was about to ask for clarification when she felt a tingle at the nape of her neck. She shivered. Looked back. A dignified man wearing dark glasses and driving a shiny black Lexus was pulling into the parking lot. She didn’t have to stare to know it was Paul Randall.

Her ire rose. How dare he follow her to church!

Inside the sanctuary, Belinda tried to forget who she’d seen arriving. She and Sam were seated in the third row, as usual. Since she couldn’t see Paul in front of her, she assumed he had to be somewhere behind. Was he far away? Close by? If she peeked over her shoulder, would she spot him? Catch him watching her so she could give him an appropriately disapproving look in return? The thought of meeting his intense gaze sent a frisson of electricity zinging up her spine.

The congregation stood for the first hymn. Sam offered to share his hymnbook, but Belinda didn’t need it. She’d memorized the words to most of the songs as a child because if her father’s church door had been open, she and her mother were expected to be there. Truth to tell, she hadn’t concentrated on her father’s sermons nearly as well as she should have. The beautiful, inspiring music, however, had always captured and held her attention.

“Blessed assurance…” Voice clear and sweet, she sang the first few words, then suddenly quieted. Directly behind her an accomplished baritone was harmonizing with so much feeling and skill it took her breath away. He sounded familiar. Acting on impulse, she glanced over her shoulder, certain she had to be mistaken. She wasn’t. Paul Randall was standing in the next row back, singing his heart out!

“…of glory divine…” Sam elbowed her and thrust the open hymnal at her again. Hands trembling, Belinda grasped one side of it and stared at the printed page. Looking at the words didn’t help a bit. Her mind was whirling so fast she couldn’t focus. All she could do was listen in awe.

It was like a miracle! Paul sounded as if he really meant what the song was saying. Whenever she’d managed to drag him into church as a teen he’d acted so sullen he hadn’t even opened his mouth, let alone shown any musical talent. What a magnificent voice he had! She could listen to singing like that all day and never tire of it.

The hymn ended. Belinda followed Sam’s lead and quietly sat down, but her spirit was still soaring. Paul’s voice had touched every nerve in her body, echoed from the corners of her heart and lifted her soul to a higher plane.

What a shame he isn’t in the choir, she thought absently. Logic immediately contradicted the notion. Bad idea. It would strain her already tenuous emotions if she had to see Paul sitting with the other members of the choir every Sunday. Good thing he didn’t actually live around here! Imagining him as an active member of her church was probably nothing more than emotional regression, she reasoned, wishful thinking left over from her youth.

Taking a shaky breath, Belinda decided that was exactly what was happening. At eighteen, she’d hoped and prayed that Paul would join her father’s church, settle down and become a productive member of the community, someone she could introduce to everyone, including her dad, without feeling she had to make excuses.

Now, all that had changed. She had matured. Her father had died. Whether or not Paul Randall had truly bettered himself was no longer her concern. If he hadn’t returned to Serenity she might never even have thought of him again.

Her conscience immediately disagreed, forming a stern but silent, Ha! Focusing on the stained-glass window behind the preacher, she escaped into silent prayer.

Oh, Father, forgive me. You’ve blessed me so much. Why can’t I be satisfied and thankful and not want things that are bad for me? Sighing, she added, Things like Paul Randall.

As if the timing were preordained, the congregation began to sing a second hymn. There was no way Belinda could fight the emotional impact that Paul’s impressive voice had on her, so she gave up trying. Closing her eyes, she drank in the deep vibrations the way the thirsty Ozark hills soaked up the first spring rains.

When she finally opened her eyes, Sam was staring at her as if she’d just committed an unpardonable sin.

In a way, she agreed with him.

Paul decided to linger in the parking lot outside the church and lay in wait for Belinda and Sam after the service concluded. When he’d chosen a seat behind them he’d convinced himself he was only doing it to force Belinda to introduce him to Sam. That was partially true. He did want to meet the doctor for the first time on a social level so he could size him up better.

What Paul hadn’t anticipated, however, was how being so close to Belinda for a whole hour would affect him. Or how his thoughts would wander and his perception intensify whenever he looked her way.

He noticed she was wearing her hair shorter these days. It lay smoother and curved under gently, just touching her shoulders, with the sides tucked behind her ears. Delicate pearl earrings reflected the shimmering blue of her dress. The color was like sunlight reflecting on rippling water. It reminded him of the summer days they’d walked along the banks of the Strawberry River, holding hands and stealing kisses. At that time, he’d assumed they were simply seeking privacy, which was just fine with him. The more chances he could get to kiss her, to hold her, the better. In retrospect, he supposed Belinda had wanted to go to private places like that because she’d been ashamed to be seen in public with him.

And speaking of public, Paul mused, she and her boyfriend had just come out of the church and were headed his way. He purposely stepped forward to block their path. When Belinda looked at him their eyes met. Held. Paul called upon his battle-seasoned courtroom smile. “Good morning, Ms. Carnes.”

Cheeks reddening, she mumbled, “Good morning.”

He continued to smile amiably. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?”

Why not? Maybe then Paul would believe she and Sam were a steady couple and leave her alone, like she’d asked. Belinda managed to tear her gaze from Paul’s long enough to look over her shoulder at Sam. “Dr. Sam Barryman, Paul Randall.”

Paul was the first to reach out. “Pleased to meet you.” He wondered for a long moment if the doctor was going to refuse to shake his hand.

“Same here,” Sam finally said, grasping his hand firmly, briefly. “You’re that lawyer, aren’t you? I’d heard you were in town.”

Paul chuckled. “I imagine everybody has. Word travels pretty fast around here. Actually, I came to advise my aunts on the sale of their property.” Striking a deliberately casual pose, he shrugged. “But I guess you know that, too.” When Sam didn’t comment, he went on. “Folks tell me you’ve managed to make a place for yourself in Serenity. That’s not an easy thing to do. Congratulations.”

“Thanks.” Sam slid his arm around Belinda’s waist and urged her away. “Well, nice to have met you, Randall.”

“Same here.” A cynical smile lifted one corner of Paul’s mouth. Now that he’d met the doctor, he had the advantage, which was how he liked it. Sam Barryman was a smooth operator. Everything about him looked good—his professional demeanor, his expensive suit, his perfectly styled hair…the home-town girl he was courting. But something about him wasn’t quite right. When Paul had looked into his eyes he’d seen a brief flash of wariness that didn’t belong there, assuming the man was as honest as his reputation implied.

Thoughtful, Paul watched him hurry Belinda away. For a guy who had nothing to hide, good old Sam sure was in a rush to leave. Maybe it was time to press him a little harder and see how he reacted. He started after the retreating couple.

Belinda disengaged herself from Sam’s possessive grasp as they approached his car. “What’s the matter with you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She saw him glance toward the church, so she did the same. Her heart skipped a beat. Paul was rapidly following them! Could Sam be getting jealous, just like Gramma Eloise had predicted? It sure seemed like it. And by the way, where was Eloise? She rarely missed a Sunday service.

Paul slowed as he approached. “Whew. I didn’t realize how muggy it was out here.” He shed his suit jacket and loosened his tie as he smiled at Belinda. “I meant to tell you, that dress looks great on you. It reminds me of summer days like today.”

Since Sam was standing so close, it was easier to relax and casually accept the compliment. “Thanks. It’s a favorite of mine.”

“I can see why.”

Behind her, Sam opened the car door. “Belinda?”

“Sorry,” Paul said quickly. “Don’t let me keep you. We can always arrange a time to get together later and talk.”

Belinda couldn’t believe his arrogance! She’d innocently acknowledged one comment about her dress and he immediately assumed that was all it took to win her over. What conceit! She stiffened defensively. “I told you before, Paul. I don’t think you and I should have anything more to do with each other.”

He nodded. “I’m afraid you misunderstood me. I meant that Dr. Barryman and I needed to have a private talk. I suppose it is inevitable that I’ll bump into you again, though. This is a pretty small town.” The corners of his mouth lifted in a smug-looking smile. “Tell you what. I promise to do everything I can to avoid you. How’s that sound?”

“Wonderful.” Feeling like an idiot, Belinda shaded her eyes and focused her attention on Sam. “Okay. What’s going on here? Why does Paul want to talk to you in private? I’m starting to feel like I’ve come in halfway through a complicated movie and can’t make sense out of the plot.”

She saw the doctor set his jaw stubbornly, so she turned back to Paul. “Well? I’m waiting. Which one of you is going to fill me in?”

“I have no objection,” Paul said, maintaining his casual air. “It has to do with the sale of the Whitaker estate.”

“Why do you need to talk to Sam about that?”

“Because your boyfriend, here, is up to his eyeballs in the deal. I’m surprised he didn’t tell you.”

Frowning, Belinda said, “So am I.” It was bad enough that Sam was keeping an important secret from her. To learn about it from smug, gloating Paul Randall was much worse.

At that moment, if someone had asked her to choose which of the two men was more irritating, she’d have been hard-pressed to decide.

By the time Sam dropped her off at home, Belinda had managed to find out very little about his plans. All he’d say was that he had some wealthy silent partners whose interests he needed to protect, and that what he was trying to accomplish would be good for Serenity. She’d been around him long enough to know he couldn’t be badgered into revealing more details until he was ready.

Since he hadn’t offered to take her out for Sunday dinner the way he usually did, she assumed he was miffed. Well, too bad. If he expected her to ever consider him husband material, he was going to have to accept the fact that she expected to be treated as an equal partner in any serious relationship.

She opened the passenger door and stepped out as soon as Sam stopped his car in her driveway. “Thanks for the ride.”

He leaned across the seat. “Belinda?”

Pausing, she bent down to see what he wanted.

“Is it true?” he asked.

“Is what true?”

“You and Randall. I’d heard a few rumors but I didn’t pay much attention to them. I figured you’d never go for a guy like that. I mean, his father was a bum with a prison record, wasn’t he?”

Belinda’s stomach tightened, though not from hunger. “Paul’s father was an auto mechanic when we met. What the man may have done before he and Paul moved to Serenity is none of my business.” Or yours.

“And they lived in a shack out behind Butch’s gas station where the old man worked?”

“It was a trailer, not a shack,” she answered. “It was the best poor Mr. Randall could do, under the circumstances. Paul worked odd jobs to help out….” She paused, then added, “Until he went away to college.”

“I’ve heard all about the night he left,” Sam said, “but I won’t go into that because I don’t want to bring up memories that are painful for you.”

Oh, right, Belinda thought. As if you haven’t already. “Why are you asking me so much about Paul?”

“I’ve found it pays to know my enemies.”

“Paul’s not your enemy. Besides, there’s absolutely nothing between us. Not anymore.”

Sam began to smile at her. “I know that, honey. I just wanted to see if you were in a good position to help me out. I think you are.”

“Help you? How?”

“I need to find out what Randall’s plans are for the Whitaker place and how close we are to coming to terms during negotiations.” His grin grew. “If you and I work together, we’ll have a definite advantage.”

Belinda refused to believe he was asking her to become some kind of amateur spy. Sam would never do that. He might be overly practical but he wasn’t nefarious.

“What I have in mind is for the good of Serenity,” Sam added. “I promise. You’ll see. The whole town will benefit.”

“From what?”

Chuckling, Sam straightened, making her bend lower to look him in the eye. “Oh, no, you don’t. I’ll let you in on my plan when the time comes. Until then, it’s my little secret. All you have to do is be your charming self and report whatever Randall tells you about my project.”

“Didn’t you hear what I said to Paul this morning? I never intend to see him again, let alone talk to him.”

Sam looked triumphant. “On the contrary. You’re going to see Randall this coming Wednesday night.”

“I am? How? Where?” Her heart began to pound at the thought. The sticky afternoon air no longer seemed to contain enough oxygen, no matter how rapidly she breathed.

“At the business dinner I told you about last week. We’ll be representing the Chamber, remember?”

“Yes, but…”

“I guess I forgot to mention that it’s at the Whitaker house. That location wouldn’t have been my choice, but we’ll make the best of it. Now that I’ve seen what kind of man Randall is, I’m certain he’ll be there.” He paused and slipped the car into gear. “I know he said he liked that dress, but wear that simple black dress of yours instead, so he keeps his mind on the deal, will you? I’ll pick you up Wednesday at six-thirty sharp.”

As Belinda watched him drive away, she was surprised how aggravated she was. Sam’s attitude made her feel like blurting out a few colorful phrases that had never before passed her lips. She wouldn’t do it, of course. It was wrong to curse, even if what she said didn’t actually take the Lord’s name in vain.

But after the morning she’d just had, she certainly understood what drove people to say such things!

Boy, did she.