don’t, but this would probably only take a few hours.”
“You don’t know if Brooks and his wife would really want me.”
“I can set up a meeting.”
“Let me think about it. If Jamie has enough help, it would be a possibility.”
Hudson motioned to the photos of the babies on the bulletin board. Then he pointed to her camera. “You have a gift, Bella. You see with your camera what most folks can’t see with their eyes. You really should share that.”
She thought about that, then asked, “Why? I mean, everyone sees what they want to see for the most part.”
“But what if you can broaden someone’s outlook? What if you could give them a positive spin instead of a negative one? What if you can make a difference?”
“We’re talking about shooting a few photos.” She couldn’t keep the amusement from her voice because she thought maybe he was joking.
“No, not just a few shots. Each of your photos is a study of your subject that you’ve captured for eternity. That’s not something to treat lightly.”
She never expected something so deep to come out of Hudson. That just proved she didn’t know him very well. And he certainly didn’t know her.
“I’ll check with Brooks and Jazzy,” he said. “You think about it. I’m going to take a walk and get some lunch. Would you like some fresh air, too? You’re welcome to join me.”
She could hear the sound of children’s laughter coming from one of the rooms. When she looked up at Hudson, she saw interest in his eyes. The children were safety. Hudson was danger.
As she had for the past few years, she chose safety. “I’d better stay here in case anybody needs me.”
“You like to feel needed, don’t you?”
“I do. It gives my life purpose.”
He shrugged. “I’ve never had that kind of purpose. I’m not exactly sure what it feels like.”
“Walker needed you here. Isn’t that why you took over supervising Just Us Kids?”
“I never looked at it that way,” he conceded. “I guess you’re right.” He motioned to the bulletin board. “It looks good. It will capture people’s attention. Soon we’ll have to decorate for the holidays.”
“It’s not even Thanksgiving yet.”
“Not so far off,” he reminded her as he moved toward the door. He opened it and looked back over his shoulder at her. “I won’t be long. If anything comes up, you have my cell number.”
She nodded. She did have his cell number. But she doubted she’d ever use it.
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