If Hudson Flannigan had been doubting why he’d turned up this obscure road when he’d heard a dog bark, he quit the moment that auburn-haired beauty asked him how handy he was with cars.
“I do all right,” he said evasively. He didn’t need to go showing his whole hand at once. He also couldn’t help the steady prayer that started in his head and wouldn’t stop.
Please, please, Lord. I need this job. Please help me get this job.
Please, please, Lord. I need this job. Please help me get this job.Over and over the words looped through his mind. Of course, if God cared all that much about Hudson, his marriage of ten years wouldn’t have fallen apart. Or at least the Lord would’ve given him a clue that his wife was being unfaithful. Or maybe the fact that Hudson had lived so long in unknowing bli
