take another cup of coffee.” Samuel pushed his mug toward the edge of the table.
“Sure, Reverend. Be right back.”
After Alice refilled Samuel’s coffee and left, he said, “Your timing couldn’t be better. Tanya Bolton has just converted the space over her garage into an apartment. She’s looking for a tenant and you need a place to stay. It’s perfect.”
Something in the reverend’s expression alerted Chance that there was more to it. “You wouldn’t have anything to do with Tom’s wife having an apartment, now would you?”
Samuel’s grin reached deep into his eyes. “I did mention it would be a great way for her to make some extra money. She took the suggestion and ran with it.”
“I can’t see the lady renting to an ex-con.”
“You aren’t an ex-con. Your conviction was overturned because you were innocent. The police have the right guy in jail now.”
The horror of the past few years threatened to deluge Chance with all the memories he desperately needed to forget. He refused to let them intrude, shoving them back into the dark corner of his mind. He didn’t have the emotional strength to return to the past. His wounds ran deep, to his very soul. “It doesn’t change the fact that I spent two years in prison. When she finds that out…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, the words clogging his throat. The knot in his stomach grew.
Suddenly he pictured a man he’d thought was a good friend, and his expression when Chance had seen him last week in Louisville. Fear had flitted across his so-called friend’s features before he could mask his reaction to seeing Chance. Although in the eyes of the law he had been exonerated, he had seen the doubt in the man’s gaze. Did they have the right guy this time?
Samuel leaned toward Chance and said in a low tone, “I’m not telling Tanya anything about your recent past. I’ll leave that for you to tell when you feel ready. But I am going to vouch for you. I know you’re a good, honest man, and what you’ve come to Sweetwater to do is important to you.”
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,
