They returned to the Tri-County rental office, where Hudson was required to fill out an application, though Amanda assured him it was only a formality. His pen hovered over the space marked Occupation. Hed misled Amanda, but he couldnt make himself lie on paper. He wrote in doctor very quickly and hoped no one would read it.
He wrote out a check for one months rent plus a security deposit. It had been so long since hed actually written a check, he had to stop and think about it. He had a business manager who handled all of his bills. When he did have to deal with financial things, he used credit cards.
When hed hastily packed for this trip, hed grabbed his old checkbook from a desk drawer, realizing not everyone accepted credit cards, especially out in the sticks. He congratulated himself for thinking ahead.
Amanda took the check and the application, paper-clipped them together, and stuck them in a folder on her fanatically neat desk.
Thanks for helping me out, he said as he stood.
She stood also and handed him the key to the cabin. Thanks for the business. Please let me know if I can help you with anything else. And welcome to the neighborhood.
He shook her hand again, holding it for a little longer than was necessary.
THE FIRST THING Hudson did upon arriving at his new, temporary home was to locate the yellow pages and hire a cleaning service to give the place a good going-over. Rustic he could handle; filthy he couldnt. With a little prodding, he arranged for a housekeeper from Sharons Personal Service to come out that afternoon. If Im not here, the door will be open. It wasnt as if a thief would want to steal anything here.
Next on the list was groceries. Hed never had to prepare his own food before. At Grubbs Food Mart, which appeared to be the only grocery store in town, he filled his basket with frozen foods, snacks and lunch meats for sandwiches. Bethany made her choices clear. She wanted macaroni and cheese, peanut butter and jelly and something called Lunchables that appeared to be cheese and crackers in a box.
George had told him to eat healthily, but since Hudson couldnt cook, he was severely limited. He bought a few apples, some peaches and, at Bethanys urging, a bag of celery.
I like it with peanut butter, she announced.
In the cleaning products aisle, he picked up some dishwasher detergent. Wait, did the cabin have a dishwasher? Hell, he didnt think so, now that he thought about it. And laundry, how was he supposed to clean his clothes? How was he supposed to relax if he had to worry about all this stuff?
He was putting his groceries in the trunk when he saw a woman barreling toward him through the small parking lot. Not just any woman, he realized. Amanda Dewhurst.
His momentary pleasure was soon blunted by the fact that she was scowling.
As soon as she reached him, she waved a piece of paper in his face. Would you mind explaining this?
He grabbed the paper from her hand, which he now saw was his check. Whats wrong?
You know damn well whats wrong.
Youre not going to tell me it bounced, are you? That was ludicrous. He had thousands of dollars in his ready assets account.
I put it through Checktronic, she fumed. The account was closed two years ago!
What? With a sinking feeling, Hudson examined the check more closely. Then he realized the names printed on the check were Hudson and Elaine Stack. Hed grabbed the wrong checkbook. This was the account mainly used by Elaine, and his manager had closed it.
He tried to explain the mix-up to Amanda. She listened stoically. It was an honest mistake, he concluded. Ill make the check good.
You cant make a check good on a closed account.
She had a point. Hudson felt his collar growing tighterthen realized his collar was open. I dont suppose you take credit cards.
Amanda tapped her foot.
With a sigh, Hudson reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out all of the cash and counted it into Amandas hand. It amounted to four hundred thirty dollars and change. Ill get you the rest tomorrow, okay?
Amanda studied him, considering.
Im good for it. Have a heart. Ive got a car full of frozen food thats rapidly melting in this heat.
All right. She stuck the cash in her briefcase. But I really need it by tomorrow. Im ahead of Mary Jo Dickens by twenty dollars, and tomorrow is the last day of the month. If I have to deduct the commission from this rental, Ill lose.
Lose what? he asked, bewildered.
I wont be top seller for May. And if I have to see that trophy sitting on Mary Jos desk for all of next month, Ill puke.
He recalled all those plaques in her office. Million Dollar Club. Top selling Realtor for the past four years running. Those framed letters of appreciation.
It was on the tip of his tongue to say, So? Whats the big deal about having a trophy on your desk? But then Hudson realized it was a big deal for Amanda. She was as serious and committed about her job as he was about his.
Tomorrow some other doctor would be doing his surgery, and he didnt like that, either.
He smiled. Ill make it good. Dont worry. Youll beat the pants off this Mary Jo, whoever she is.
Amanda managed a watery smile. Then she turned on her shiny black pumps and walked away.
Chapter Two
Amandas face burned as she walked back to her office, and it wasnt just the summer heat. What in Gods name had possessed her to tell Hudson Stack about her rivalry with Mary Jo Dickens?
Hey, whats with you? Margie asked the minute Amanda walked through the door. You look like a herd of demons is chasing you. Is Mary Jo hassling you again?
Amanda set her things on one of the plush client chairs and sank into the other one. For once, she didnt feel like rushing back to her office to generate new leads or update her contact list.
Its not Mary Jo, not this time, Amanda said. Its me. I just chased down Hudson Stack in the street and gave him hell for writing me a bad check.
Good for you. He could go to jail for that.
Except thatI harangued him in front of his little girl. And maybe he did intentionally try to defraud me, but maybe it was an honest mistake. And if it was, Ive alienated him permanently. And hes friends with Ed Hardison. You know whatll happen to my business if Ed tells people Im a harpy?
Youll never sell another house, Margie added, deadpan, and youll have to move out of town and go into another line of work. Maybe change your name. Go into the witness protection program.
I think youre making fun of me, Amanda said suspiciously.
Oh, honey, youre just too damn hard on yourself. No one can be sweet 24/7. So, you lost your temper. You got a little flustered. Who wouldnt, dealing with that guy?
What do you mean?
I dont know if you noticed, but hes quite the studmuffin. Margie fanned herself with the Cottonwood Conversation, the towns weekly newspaper.
Amanda had noticed, all right. Even as shed been yelling at him, her eyes had been focused on things they shouldnt have beenlike the worn places on his jeans, and that little tuft of chest hair peeking out over the top button of his shirt.
I didnt just yell at him for the check, Amanda confessed. I also told him about how Mary Jo was going to beat me this month in sales. As if that justified my turning his bad check into a federal case.
Margie had the nerve to laugh. Boy, you really are bent out of shape. Does it matter so much if she beats you one month?
Yes! I mean, no, except that its not just this month. Shes been nipping at my heels all year. If Im not careful, shell take my title away.
And would that be so bad? I mean, jeez, Amanda, youve been top seller four out of the past five years. The whole idea of these awards is to inspire agents to work harder and make more money for themselves and the company. Obviously, Mary Jos inspired, and the competition has helped both of you. And youre already doing better than you did last year. The companys doing great. Its a win-win situation, and that little trophy on your desk, and the plaques on your walltheyre just dumb pieces of wood and brass.
Amanda stifled a gasp. Margie, theyre not dumb.
Im sorry, kiddo. I didnt mean to minimize your accomplishments. Im just saying, get some perspective.
Amanda sighed again. I cant help it. I just get crazy at the idea of Mary Jo beating me. If it was Hank or Emily, it wouldnt bother me so much. But Mary Jo? She just got her license last year!
And how do you think Emily felt when you came along? She was the queen of the Top Seller trophies and plaques before you, and the ink on your license was still wet the first time you beat her.
Amanda had to think back. Had she been like Mary Jo? God, she hoped not. Amanda was ambitious, but she was ethical. Shed never snooped in other agents appointment books, stolen a list of contacts or slept with potential clients. Mary Jo had.
Does Emily hate me? Amanda asked.
No, of course not! Her sales overall have gone up since youve been onboard. She has a healthy rivalry with you and with Mary Jo. You, on the other hand
Just stepped over the line. I know. Amanda stood. Okay, Im turning over a new leaf. Healthy rivalry. Team player. No more sniping about Mary Jo, the witch, behind her back.
Ix-nay, here comes the itch-way now. Margie gathered up a handful of pink message slips. These came in for you while you were gone.
The door opened and Mary Jo swept in, all five feet, ten inches of her. She had a models slender hips and legs, but not the flat chest. In fact, her double-Ds challenged whatever blouse she wore, though she always managed to look stylish. Her midnight hair hung straight as water, almost to her waist, shimmering even in the artificial light of the office.
She came from a rich family in Tyler. She had a college degree in marketing, but it was her finishing-school sheen that Amanda secretly envied. Mary Jo had a natural confidence, an ability to talk about anything with anybody. And though she was always decently dressed, her sexuality billowed out from her in clouds, like cheap perfume did on other women.
In a crowded room, like a chamber of commerce meeting, people just naturally gravitated toward Mary Jo, whereas Amanda usually had to initiate contact with people.
I just showed someone the Clooney mansion, Mary Jo said exuberantly. They spent almost an hour there. I think they might make an offer! She addressed the comment to both women, but she looked at Amanda.
If Mary Jo sold the Clooney mansion, she would shoot ahead of Amanda and would probably be uncatchable.
Damn.
Good for you, Amanda forced herself to say, pasting on a smile. It would be a plum for the whole company if one of us could sell that puppy.
Keep your fingers crossed. Do any good business today, Amanda?
Nothing to speak of.
Well, cheer up. The days not over. With that she breezed past Amanda toward her own office, grabbing her phone messages on the way.
Amanda bit her tongue. She wanted to say something nasty. That gloating, patronizing bimbo! But the new leaf, and all.
Ill be in my office, Amanda grated out. She picked up her things and shut herself off from the rest of the world. Maybe shed have something interesting in her e-mail inbox.
The next time she came up for air, it was eight oclock and starting to get dark. Her stomach was a gaping cavern of emptiness. She hadnt eaten since shed wolfed down a bagel for breakfast.
She reached behind her to the refrigerator to grab a Slimfast. But the sudden movement made her head spin, and she realized she needed to eat a real meal before she passed out. She grabbed a couple of real estate magazinesshe wanted to draft some new ads, and she needed inspiration. She stuffed them in her briefcase for later, then headed out.
Amanda always felt a rush of pleasure when she drove up to her house on the lake. Shed bought it last yearher very first home. It wasnt grand, as lake houses went, just a modest two-bedroom A-frame. But it was cleanmost of the timeand snug. She hadnt needed to do any work on it, and shed hardly changed a thing except to hang a few pictures.
The important thing was that it was hers, and no one could take it away from herunless she failed to make her house payments. That possibility was never far from her thoughts. Though shed had no trouble qualifying for the loan based on her previous three years income, the real estate business was iffy. One turn of the economic roulette wheel and her income could disappear.
That was why she stockpiled so much. Though her banker urged her to invest in a diverse portfolio, she was content to keep her cash in a money-market fund, where it was readily available for any emergency. She had enough to see her through a whole year, should something happen to her income.
But that didnt stop her from worrying.
She was just a worrier. That was her nature, and there was nothing she could do about it.
And speaking of worrying, what was that taped to her front door?
Instead of entering her house through the garage door, Amanda walked around to the front and up the stairs to her porch. A fat envelope with her name on it was taped to the door. She pulled it off and opened it. It was full of cashand a note.
She read the note and smiled. Hudson Stack had made good on his check. All that worry for nothingthis time. Maybe she would keep her little desk trophy another month after all.
Her pleasure over this small victory was blunted when she saw what a mess the kitchen was. Her brother, Mick, had obviously been home, had dinner, then left again. The empty pizza box and cardboard had been left on the counter; her microwave was covered in melted cheese; and the greasy plate and leftover crusts had been dumped near, though not in, the sink. An empty pop bottle sat on the counter, mere inches from the pantry door where the trash was stored.
Amanda gritted her teeth and cleaned up the mess. Sometimes she wondered what would happen if she just stopped cleaning up after Mick. Would he even notice? But nagging didnt do any good, nor did threats. He was a twenty-two-year-old boy-man who simply hadnt grown up yet. As soon as she got him through college and he got a job, he would move out on his own and fall in love with some woman, who would reform him.
As she threw a frozen pasta dinner into the microwave, her thoughts returned to Hudson Stack, and she started worrying about something else. What if that cash was all he had? His daughter had said he was out of work. What if hed needed this cash to live on?