The Troublesome Angel. Valerie Hansen
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thanks, anyway.”
“Well, okay. So you hang out with geniuses. Hairy ones.” She bent to ruffle Clark’s ears, then gave Lewis a more gentle pat on the head. “This one looks kind of droopy.”
“I know. He’s tired. I’m going to retire him soon. He’s not as young as he used to be. You’d never know it, though, when he’s hot on the trail.”
“Speaking of being hot on somebody’s trail…” She cocked her head back toward the gathering of rescuers, reporters, cameramen and celebrants. “Look. Here comes you-know-who.”
“I don’t have to look,” Stacy said, making a face. “It’s getting so I can sense when he’s around. The hair on the back of my neck prickles.”
“Uh-oh. Sounds serious. Let me know if he starts to give you indigestion. That’s a sure sign you’re interested.”
Stacy’s silly expression became a grimace and she rolled her eyes to exaggerate her sentiment. “Don’t be ridiculous. You know I had my fill of Payne men a long time ago.”
“True. But you never know what intriguing surprises God might have in store for you.” Judy leaned closer, cupped her hand around her mouth, and added, “You haven’t been praying for a husband, have you?”
“Certainly not! And if I had been, Graydon Payne would be the last man—” The direction of Judy’s glance and her widening grin told Stacy it was time to stop talking. Maybe past time.
She turned slowly. Graydon was smiling down at her benevolently. “Did I hear my name mentioned?”
“Not on purpose, you didn’t,” Stacy said, quickly changing the subject. “How’s Missy doing?”
“She’s too tired to cause much of a ruckus.” He held out his business card. “Give me a call and I’ll be glad to fill you in on her progress. In the meantime, I want to thank you for all you’ve done.”
“It’s my job.” Stacy took his card reluctantly.
“Nevertheless, I’d like to shake your hand.”
She had no good reason to refuse such a request. Nor was she sure why she felt so hesitant. The man had been a perfect gentleman while they’d been in the woods. Not that she’d expected any less from him. After all, he’d once told her that her social station was so far beneath his and his family’s, he wouldn’t be able to stoop that far down if he’d tried.
Remembering their past unhappy association brought back Stacy’s professional air. She handed control of the dogs to Judy, took his hand, shook it formally, and said, “It was my pleasure to be able to help, Mr. Payne.”
If he’d released her at that moment, she’d have been fine. Instead, however, he clasped her hand as if they were the best of friends and covered it with his other, looking at her warmly.
Stacy’s pulse quickened. Short of breath, she tried to pull away. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to show my appreciation.” His thumb grazed her wrist, setting up a tingle that shot up her arm and did a tap dance along her spine.
“A simple ‘Thank you’ would suffice.”
“I don’t think that’s enough. You showed up here as soon as you were called and performed with great professionalism and skill. I’m indebted to you. Aren’t all the people you help grateful?”
“Not so you’d notice,” Stacy said truthfully.
“Most of the time they’re too caught up in what’s happened to even realize I’m there.”
Graydon continued to hold her hand. “That’s too bad. You deserve more praise.”
“I’m not in this business for the glory, which is why I’m trying to dodge all those reporters,” she said, glancing back at the crowd. “And stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“That.” Stacy clasped her free hand over his and stilled his casual caress. To her surprise, he released her as if he were dropping a red-hot coal. Not only that, he looked like he might actually be blushing under his perfect tan.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”
“That I’m not the impressionable girl I used to be?” She smiled coolly. “You don’t owe me a thing, Mr. Payne. Neither does anyone else in your family. No one could pay me enough to cover the long hours, sweat and tears I put into my job.”
“Then why do you do it?”
It would have been simple to give him a pat answer. It would also have been a sin. Stacy knew better than to pass up the chance to offer an honest statement of her faith. Such opportunities didn’t come every day. They were far too precious to be wasted.
“Because I’m trying to follow God’s leading for my life,” she said, “to stay in His will, to be the person He expects me to be.”
“That’s very noble.”
“No, it isn’t. It’s hard. And scary. And sometimes it breaks my heart.” Stacy’s voice softened.
“If I were in charge of the universe, no one would ever fail. Or be lost. Or lonely. Or die. I don’t understand why things happen the way they do. I never did. All I can do is give it my best and put my faith in Jesus.”
“Even when you fail?” he asked quietly.
“Oh, yes.” She looked up at him, willing him to understand. “Especially when I fail.”
Chapter Three
By nine that night the campground had quieted down. Too tired to go home, Stacy had showered, eaten, borrowed a pink sweat suit from Judy and was sprawled in a comfy chair by the fireplace in the main cabin. Lewis and Clark both lay napping by her bare feet.
She pushed up the oversize sleeves of the sweatshirt and hugged herself. “Umm, this feels so good. Thanks again. I was in such a big hurry to get here and begin the search I came straight from the seminar in Atlanta. I wish now I’d gone home to get different clothes.”
“No problem. Too bad I don’t have something more your size. You should let me wake Angela and ask her.”
“No way. I know what her migraines are like. She needs to sleep it off.”
“You’re right. So what’s Plan B? Do you need to go back to Atlanta and finish up there or what?”
Stacy picked up her mug of hot cocoa, wrapped both hands around it to enjoy the warmth and took a sip. “No. I’m all done. The last of my tracking demonstrations were over by late yesterday. That’s one of the reasons I was free to respond when we got your call. Everybody else is still committed to wrapping up their classes.”
“I’ll bet that was no accident. I was sure praying you’d be the one they sent.”
“I’m glad, too. I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t taken time for my friends. I’ve really missed you guys.”
“We understand how it is. I’m just sorry it turned out to be the Paynes who needed your help.”
Thoughtful, Stacy nodded and sighed. “Yeah. Me, too. For more reasons than one.” Ever since she’d stepped off the plane and encountered Graydon she’d been feeling an uncomfortable pricking at the edges of her conscience. “I’m afraid the Lord may be trying to nudge me about something.”
“Like what?” Leaning closer, Judy added, “Forgiveness?”
That insight took Stacy by surprise. Her eyes widened. “How did you know what I was thinking?”
“I didn’t. But I know you. It’s not like you to hold a grudge or be unfriendly toward anybody. I think it’s possible the Lord threw Graydon Payne in your path to get you to face the