The Bachelor Pact (13 page)

Three hours later, she exhaled in exasperation, determined to make a sale no matter the consequences. Noisy Nora, she dubbed her because she had on so many bracelets she clanged and banged every time she moved, had the attention span of a gnat. Maddie settled herself on the corner of the brick hearth. She'd been trying to discern the woman's tastes so she could steer her into a few decisions today, but so far the only decision Nora had made was that she was undecided on everything. She didn't even know what color scheme she wanted to use.

Which virtually affected every decision they needed to make.

"Look, I'm Jake the Snake!" The redheaded little boy plopped onto the floor of the half-finished den and slithered through the array of fabric swatches Maddie had so carefully displayed. Lulu lay her head on Maddie's lap and drooled. Maddie pushed Lulu's head away, swiped at the wet spot on her skirt and tried to grab the swatches before Jake smeared them with his jelly-crusted hands. She salvaged most of them but Jake scooped a red velvet one in his mouth as if he meant to eat it.

Maddie strove for a calm voice and reached out as if to pet the pretend snake that was Jake. "Jake, honey, give me the material."

Jake wobbled his head back and forth. "I slither and slither and..." He raised his head and stuck out his tongue, dropping the soggy material to the floor. "And hiss." A loud hissing sound punctuated the air. Lulu barked like mad and tried to crawl under Maddie's legs to hide, nearly knocking her off the hearth. Maddie shot Nora a pleading look, but Nora seemed engrossed in a corner of the room that housed the floor-to-ceiling fireplace.

"I just don't know about this place." Nora rubbed her hands up and down her arras. "It feels cold in here."

"I gotta go potty," the little boy yelled.

"I wonder if someone died on this property," Nora said, once again ignoring Jake.

"No, no one died here," Maddie said. Lulu howled and started to run in circles as Jake bounced up and down. "And I'm sorry, Jake, the plumber brought the wrong toilets so they had to be returned. Can you go outside?"

"Not by himself," Nora said. "There might be snakes in the woods."

Maddie nodded.

The little boy grabbed his crotch, crossed his legs and rocked himself back and forth. "I gotta go bad."

"Mrs. Ledbetter, maybe we'd better—"

Nora waved her off. "He'll be fine. I'll take him in a minute. Now, one thing I do want is a canopy around the bed, you know with lots of fringe." She opened a catalog and pointed to a collection of French furniture. "And I want the lamps to have fringe also."

Jake yanked at his OshKosh overalls. "Mommy, I gotta go!"

"So you like the Victorian designs," Maddie said, grateful they were finally getting somewhere but worried when she saw the toddler's face turning red.

"Not particularly," Nora said to Maddie, oblivious to her son's distress. "But we are in Savannah, you know, and I heard the fringe scares off evil spirits."

"I don't believe there are any ghosts here," Maddie said. "This is a new subdivision."

"They're everywhere," Nora said, shivering. "And I do think someone died here, I can feel it. A soldier, maybe from the war."

"I gotta go bad!" Jake whined.

"In a minute, Jake," Nora said, turning back to Maddie. "Besides, I have a ghost named Peter who follows me everywhere I go," Nora said. "I buy an extra copy of the newspaper every day and leave it out for him to read. He especially likes the comics." She studied the windows. "In fact, I may bring him the next time we meet and see if he likes the house."

"Mommy!"

A gust of wind suddenly blew through the open window frames.

"There is a ghost here!" Nora shrieked. The Saint Bernard tried to jump onto Maddie's lap, then covered his ears and howled. Jake screamed and promptly wet his pants.

* * *

Chase handed the set of blueprints to Lance and watched him drive away. Then he turned to examine his latest design, a reproduction of a Greek Revival mansion.

Waiting inside this first model home for Maddie, he studied the brickwork, the finished wood floors, the imported marble in the foyer. He'd been reluctant about combining innovative modern technology with traditional architecture, but the polished wooden bookcases, which housed the sound system, alarm and remote controls for heating and lighting, camouflaged all the electronic gadgets that were appreciated in the new millennium. In the end he was quite proud of how well he had managed to incorporate old-style charm with all the comforts people expected in a twenty-first century house. The wall-wide theater screen hidden behind retractable oak paneling would definitely fit the lifestyle of the modern family.

Now, he had to see what Maddie had in mind for decorating the interior.

This was the first home on the tour, the first impression the tourists would have of the development. It had to be spectacular. Lance and Reid were worried Maddie would get a wild hair and add psychedelic colors or art-deco furniture and ruin the effect they'd created. They also wanted him to babysit Maddie
personally.

And not in the hands-on way he'd like. Hell, he'd spent half the night thinking of Maddie walking around naked, the other half thinking of some other man watching her walk around naked.

How the heck had he gotten himself into this mess?

A few months ago Maddie had been at school, stuck like glue to Jeff Oglethorpe, he had finally finished his degree and joined forces with Lance and Reid, they'd renewed their bachelor forever pact—life had been perfect.

Now, everything had gone to hell in a handbasket.

The sound of an engine broke into his thoughts, and he spotted a minivan with the words maddie's—made for you—designs written in bold red on the side.
Made for You
—the slogan gave him an uneasy feeling for some reason. Or maybe it was just Maddie that did. She opened the door of the van and slid down to the ground, gracing him with a tantalizing view of her long, shapely legs. He sucked in a harsh breath and told himself to remember her in pigtails with her two front teeth missing and mustard smeared all over her face.

It didn't work. She was still just as beautiful as he remembered.

Although as she entered the house, he did notice an odd odor clinging to her clothes, a purple stain smeared on her white blouse, something brown on her shoe and a damp spot on the front of her black skirt.

"What happened to you?" he asked as she limped inside the curved doorway.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't ask." With a weary sigh, she sidled over beside him, swung her briefcase onto the cherry desk in the foyer and dropped into a chair, her gaze scanning the interior of the home. Even rumpled and smelly, she stirred his loins. And she was studying the house,
his
design, as if she were scrutinizing every feature.

His breath caught in his chest. What would Maddie think of his work?

"This place is fabulous," she whispered in awe. "You are one talented man, Chase Holloway."

His chest swelled, along with the rest of him.
More talented than you know.

He bit back the reply, refusing to voice the double entendre less she see it as an invitation. "Thanks. I put a lot of time into this project."

Her vibrant smile lit up the room like a hundred twinkling stars lighting up an inky sky. "I'd say you succeeded."

Chase shifted, feeling his face flush uncharacteristically at her praise.

"You know, I want to tour the house, then I'm going to do some research, and I'll put together a plan."

"Sounds good."

Maddie rose and walked around the room. He watched her hips sway beneath the black form-fitting skirt and gulped, grateful when his cell phone pealed and distracted him.

"Chase, it's Lance. We've got trouble."

But Maddie was with him. Reid maybe?
"What kind of trouble? Is it Reid?"

"I can't find him anywhere."

That didn't sound like Reid.

"I can't talk about it over the phone, Chase, but I'm worried. I think you'd better get over to the clubhouse right now."

Chapter 9

Trouble, trouble, trouble. Everywhere they turned.

Reid Summers only hoped he could keep the worst of it from Lance and Maddie.

He wasn't ordinarily a religious man. In fact, he'd been known to take the Lord's name in vain more times than he had turned to Him in prayer, a sin he now wished he could recall, since he needed all the help he could get on this latest development. If he hadn't been such a hellion when he was a kid, he'd try to cash in some favors, but he doubted he had a prayer to spare.

Even so, he stood at the threshold of the Trinity Methodist Church, figuring the significance of the oldest Methodist church in Savannah had to hold some special spiritual resolution. The Savannah gray brick-and-stucco finish was impressive as were the wall plaques immortalizing the pastors who died while serving the church. He felt like a peon-nothing in comparison.

He started to turn and leave, but organ music drifted through the church, beckoning him, so he shuffled in, astounded by the serenity of the building. Pausing to absorb the peace, his problems collided in his head. Not only was his company having more trouble—they'd had two contractors pull out this morning on the project—but Lance was having fits and acting abnormally tense. Probably because he shouldered most of the responsibility for the financial side of the company; Reid tended to deal with hiring the contractors and overseeing them on a daily basis.

But other problems weighed on Reid's mind. Recently he'd found a file in some of his parents' things that had upset him immensely. A file and some other pamphlets. He and Lance and Maddie were a close bunch, but so far, he'd been able to keep the news he'd discovered from them. His older brother and younger sister thought they had had the perfect parents, the perfect family. But Reid knew differently.

They would be devastated if they learned the truth.

He shuffled down the aisle, his head bowed to avoid recognition, although only two people were sitting in the church, both several rows away. He took a seat on the fourth row from the back, keeping his head lowered as he tried his best to remember how to pray. A childhood blessing raced through his mind, although distorted. And bits and pieces of the Lord's prayer resurfaced, although he'd forgotten how it started.

At a loss, his gaze zeroed in on a Bible, and he picked it up and thumbed through the pages, hoping for some inspiration. But he got sidetracked when he noticed the structural details of the flooring. Virgin longleaf Georgia pines were hand-hewn; he'd read they'd also been used for the framing and wainscoting. The Corinthian architecture exemplified the type of quality historic work he and Lance hoped to copy. Then he noticed a wad of gum on the underside of the bench. He used to stick his gum there when he was a kid. Couldn't be the same piece of gum after all these years, could it?

A chunky man wearing a dark raincoat slid into the pew beside him, jerking him from his jumbled thoughts. Knobby Smaltz, the P.I. he'd hired. Reid glanced up and saw the man's bushy eyebrows raise. He smelled like stale cigars and Old Spice, but Reid nodded and accepted the envelope the man thrust toward him. Feeling like a spy out of some low-budget TV drama, he carefully tucked it inside his jacket. "Did you find out anything?"

"The information confirms your suspicions," the man murmured.

Where was God when he needed him?

Reid silently cursed, then cursed himself again for forgetting he was in a holy place. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew it was wrong to come to church when you
needed
something, and he vowed to do better, then realized he was still trying to bargain his way out of his problems. He handed the man the payment they'd agreed upon and watched as he shuffled from the sanctuary. His heart pounding, Reid opened the envelope and pulled out the neatly typed information.

What in the world had his father been thinking?

The church pulpit swam in front of him as he tried to digest the truth. Lance and Maddie would be shocked. Especially Maddie; she was so young and innocent. With shaky hands, he refolded the envelope, tucked the papers back inside his jacket, and closed his eyes. Lance shouldn't have to deal with this right now. And thank goodness his bud Chase was watching out for Maddie. He could strike one problem off his mind.

He and his siblings didn't keep secrets, but he had to keep this information to himself—just this once so he could protect them.

* * *

Maddie knew she should have stayed behind and gotten started on the research for the Greek Revival house, but one look at the worry on Chase's face, and she insisted on going with him. If her brothers needed her, she'd be there. After all, they were family and had no secrets. Well, except for the little trip to the nudist colony and the one
she
harbored about their mother.

"What did Lance say the problem was?" she asked as she climbed in Chase's pickup.

"He didn't. He just said for me to come over there."

"Some problem with the building?"