matter good times or bad.”
Autumn followed her mother to the door. “He needs me now, right?”
“Yes, he does. But he’d never admit that.”
“You know I won’t let him down, don’t you, Mother?”
Gayle touched a hand to Autumn’s face. “I know you will do the right thing, darling. You’ve always been a strong girl. And I know you love your daddy.”
Autumn kissed her mother good-night, then turned to stare at herself in the mirror, the silence of the room echoing with a soft rhythm inside her brain. She could do this. She didn’t have any other choice. She was out of work and at the end of the road. And her father needed her.
Autumn looked out the window at the starry night. “I hear You, Lord. I know when You close a window, You always open a door. Or is it when You close a door, You open a window?”
Either way, Autumn knew an opening when she saw one, and this one was clearly showing her the way home.
“I guess I’m going to work at Maxwell Financial Group,” she told her worried expression as she turned back to the mirror. “And that means, I guess I’m going to work with Campbell Dupree. Whether I want to or not.”
Autumn decided she’d need lots of extra prayers tonight. But then, so would Campbell Dupree.
Chapter Three
A motorcycle.
Autumn stared out the double windows of her father’s office, watching as Campbell lifted his long legs off a big black-and-chrome motorcycle. He wore a business suit and a red helmet. And those irritating suede sneakers.
“Does he always arrive in such a showy manner?” April asked her father’s secretary, Janice Duncan.
No one knew how old Janice was, and no one ever dared ask. She’d been a fixture at Maxwell Financial Group since Autumn was a baby. She’d had the same sensible short-clipped platinum hairstyle for as long as Autumn could remember. She never aged and she never, ever spoke about work or her personal life outside the office. Inside the office was another matter, however. She knew how to settle office squabbles and she knew how to peg new hires, and she didn’t mind telling the Maxwell clan when she thought someone wouldn’t make the cut. Autumn ranked Janice right up there with her own mother, trust-wise. So she knew she could depend on Janice to give her the goods, straight up, on Campbell Dupree.
“What’s he driving today?” Janice asked, her green eyes never leaving the computer screen in front of her.
“Something Harley-Davidson, I think,” Autumn said, careful to stand back so Campbell wouldn’t look up and find her spying. “It’s huge and shiny.”
“Oh, that’s nothing,” Janice said, eyes smiling through her black-framed glasses. “He also owns a vintage Corvette and an overhauled Chevy pickup that he says used to belong to his grandfather back in Louisiana.” Then Janice grinned. “He’s part Cajun, you know.”
“No, I didn’t know.”
Autumn watched as Campbell greeted the president of the Chamber of Commerce as both men arrived for work, his whole body stance animated and sincere. Since the chamber was right across the street, it figured that Campbell would get to know the staff there. Friendly fellow, she thought. Waving to everyone in town, laughing and chatting it up on Main Street. Probably mostly for show.
“Is he from Louisiana?” she asked Janice, following the other woman into the next room so Janice could grab papers from the buzzing printer.
“That’s what he told us. Grew up dirt-poor in some backwater bayou near the Gulf of Mexico.”
“Hmm.” Autumn gained a new respect for Campbell. He sure didn’t look dirt-poor now. His suit was well-made and fitted him perfectly. The fancy monster bike he’d parked out front had to have cost a pretty penny. “I guess he’s done okay for himself then.”
“I’d say,” Janice replied, her mind obviously on all the work she had to get done today. “He went to Tulane and Harvard, something about two different degrees. He’s worked for some of the top firms in the South—one in that other Atlanta—you know, the one in Georgia that our town is named after.”
“I’ve heard of the place, yes,” Autumn said, grinning. “Where else?”
“Houston, Baton Rouge and New Orleans.”
“Why does he move around so much?”
“Can’t say,” Janice said, stopping to stare at Autumn. “Why are you so curious?”
Autumn shrugged, then poured herself a cup of water from a nearby cooler. Her throat was dry this morning. “Well, I’d hate for him to run out on Daddy. What if he doesn’t last? I mean, we’re different here. Things move at a slow pace. I’m sure he’s not used to that.”
Janice gave her a wry smile. “Well, neither are you, city girl.”
“Okay, I get it,” Autumn said, smiling. “Enough questions, right? You have work to do and I’m hindering you.”
“You used to do that on a regular basis, remember?” Janice said, her smile good-natured.
“I guess I did. After school, on Saturdays, during tax season.”
Janice held up a hand. “Don’t mention tax season, please. We don’t have to worry about that until next spring.” Then she gave Autumn a wide smile. “It is good to have you back, though. All grown up, but still Daddy’s little girl.”
Autumn heard the double doors of the reception area opening. “Well, Daddy’s little girl is about to throw her weight around.”
Janice lifted her eyebrows. “What? All one hundred pounds or so?”
“I weigh more than that,” Autumn retorted, tossing her shoulder-length hair back off her neck. “But I hope I carry more weight around here than Campbell Dupree.”
Janice grinned. “I do believe things are about to change. Glad I didn’t retire along with your daddy.”
“I’ll make it worth your time, I promise,” Autumn told her as she pulled at her navy blazer. “Just watch.”
“Oh, I intend to,” Janice said to her departing back.
Campbell tossed his briefcase on one chair and his bag with two piping hot Danishes on the other, then stared at the woman standing by his desk. “Autumn? What a nice surprise. I think.” He arched his neck, looking around toward the other office.
“My father’s not here, if that’s who you’re looking for,” Autumn said, her arms crossed, her eyes full of fire and dare.
Campbell braced himself, taking his own defensive stance while he took in her crisp tailored suit and even crisper white cotton blouse. Her shoes were a matching navy leather. Pumps. He’d always admired women who wore pumps.
Except this one had obviously come dressed to kill. And he had the distinct feeling he was the one she
