Falling for the Millionaire(2)

"Amazing. I had no idea The Village had so many programs. My father only  told me about the women's ministry." Hudson laced his fingers behind  his head. "Do you have a rehab center?"

Melody shook her head. "We help folks after they've been through rehab  to get back on track with their lives. Many facilities send their  clients to us after they've completed their program."

"Looks as though we're at the hotel." Hudson slid toward the door.

"The dinner's in the main ballroom." Melody wrapped the pashmina around her shoulders.

After the limo stopped, a doorman immediately opened the door. Hudson  stepped out and extended his hand to her. "Ready for a wonderful  evening?"

Her heart racing, she placed her hand in his as he helped her out. The  callouses on his palm surprised her. She had expected to feel no signs  of physical work. "I'm looking forward to it."

Hudson tipped the doorman, and Melody guessed from the expression on the  doorman's face that the tip had been very generous. As they entered the  lobby, he smiled down at her. That and the warmth of his hand sent a  little shiver up her arm and down her spine. Attraction. Should she be  feeling it? A sedan, not a sports car. That was what she wanted, but  maybe she should enjoy the sports car just for tonight.         

     



 

While they walked through the lobby toward the ballroom, Hudson slipped  her arm through his. For a moment, Melody felt like a princess on the  arm of her prince. People turned to look at them. She glanced up at him.  Gorgeous didn't begin to describe the man. No wonder people stopped to  stare. He seemed oblivious to their interest. Did he expect the  attention, or was he really a down-to-earth, modest guy?

There was a lot to learn about Hudson Paine Conrick, the Fourth. So far  she'd only scratched the surface. Did she want to know him better? What  did it matter? After tonight his obligation would be over, and she would  probably never see him again. Their circles didn't intersect.

Surveying the area, Melody hoped to see someone from The Village, but  few people had arrived yet. As the chandeliers sparkled overhead, she  wished Ian and his wife, Annie, could be at their table to help with the  date Ian had arranged for her, but folks who worked at The Village  would be scattered throughout the ballroom in order to talk to the  donors.

Melody glanced at her ticket. "We're at table four."

Hudson raised his eyebrows. "I thought a very important person like you would be at table one."

"We're right in front of the speakers. So we're at a VIP table." Melody waved a hand toward the front.

As she made her way across the ballroom, she stopped to introduce Hudson  to folks she knew from area churches. With great ease, he engaged them  in conversation. He seemed to know someone or something that related to  every person he spoke to. He should be the fund-raiser instead of her.

After they found their seats, Melody set her wrap on her chair. "I hope  you don't mind if I leave you here while I check on a few things."

"Trying to get rid of me already?" He grinned as he pulled out his chair.

"No. I wouldn't want to miss another ride in that limo."

He chuckled as he waved her away. "Do what you have to do. I know this evening is more business than pleasure for you."

"Thanks. I won't be long." Striding toward the doors at the back of the  room without a backward glance, she hoped his jovial manner meant he was  teasing. Despite their congenial conversation on the ride over and his  seemingly pragmatic attitude, being with him put her nerves on edge. She  didn't want to do anything to alienate the man. Although the folks in  attendance tonight had already made a substantial donation, the object  of the event was to convince many of them to make their support ongoing.

Melody hated fund-raising-begging people for money. She struggled with  that part of working for a nonprofit entity. Doing cartwheels across the  ballroom might be easier. A smile and a prayer would get her through  the evening.

* * *

Hudson had never met a woman who could walk in heels and an evening gown  as fast as Melody. She'd raced away as if some evil force was chasing  her. Despite her statement to the contrary, maybe she really was trying  to get away from him.

What was it about her that had him second-guessing himself? He usually  had to fight women off, although most of them were only interested in  his money and the status a relationship with his family would bring.  During college, he'd fallen hard for one of those women. Nicole Griffin  had fooled him into thinking she loved him, but she'd only wanted to  marry a man with influence and wealth. Thanks to his sister Elizabeth,  he'd found out before he'd made a big mistake and married Nicole.

Sometimes he wished he could be anonymous. He wanted to be liked for himself and not his connection to the Conrick millions.

Hudson had promised himself that his presence here tonight would end the  bowing and scraping to his father's wishes. He wanted to prove to his  dad that he could be his own man and not have to depend on the family  business. How could he make his father understand? He could thank his  money and Ian for one thing. Melody Hammond. When he'd knocked on her  door and found a beautiful woman on the other side, his resentment over  having to attend this fund-raiser had dissolved.

Although Melody was with him tonight because of the donation his family  had made to The Village, she didn't hang on him or try to impress him  like so many women did. There was something different about  her-something he couldn't decipher at the moment, but it was something  he liked.

Her less-than-genuine smiles puzzled him. He could always look on the  positive side of things and believe she was merely nervous about the  success of this event. From what his father had told him, lots of  dignitaries and movers and shakers were here. He'd been to plenty of  these types of functions-most of them boring. But he was looking forward  to his evening with Melody.

The sight of her in that red evening gown, with a skirt that swished and  flowed around her like the cape at a bullfight, had set his heart  racing. The color accentuated her blond hair swept away from her face in  a fancy hairdo, set off with some kind of sparkly stuff that matched  her dangly earrings. She reminded him of the storybook princesses his  nieces were so fond of. As far as blind dates went, she was a ten.

"Look what the cat dragged in." Ian's voice shook Hudson from his musings.         

     



 

Hudson stood and shook his friend's outstretched hand. "Good to see you. It's been a long time."

Ian glanced around. "Where's Melody?"

"She went to check on something and should be right back." Hudson looked  at the petite dark-haired beauty standing next to Ian. "Who is this  lovely lady?"

"My wife, Annie." Ian smiled as he looked lovingly at her. "Annie, I'd like you to meet Hudson Conrick."

"Nice to meet you, Hudson. Are you associated with Conrick Industries? I  did some consulting with one of their companies years ago."

Nodding, Hudson shook Annie's hand. He couldn't even meet an old friend  without his family connections being brought into the conversation.  "Yes, my great-grandfather started Conrick Industries in the early  1900s."

Before anyone could make another comment, Melody returned. "Ian, Annie. I'm glad you're here. Where are you sitting?"

"Table three." Annie pointed to the table next to them.

"Oh, good. We're right here." Melody placed a hand on the back of her  chair. "We'll be able to talk after the formalities are over."

Hudson took in the relief on Melody's face. Was she merely happy to have  her friends nearby, or was she uncomfortable with him? The woman was a  riddle-confident and self-assured, yet vulnerable.

"I see my parents." Annie looped her arm through Ian's. "We'd better say hi to them. Talk to you later."

As they walked away, Hudson looked over at Melody. "Ian and I haven't  been in touch much since we left law school. I thought I remembered him  getting a divorce. Is Annie his second wife?"

Melody stared up at him with her light brown eyes flecked with green.  She looked as though she didn't know how to answer. "I'm not sure what  to say about that. It's complicated. Maybe you should ask him rather  than me."

Shaking his head, Hudson let out a halfhearted laugh. "Did I step into a minefield with that question?"

Melody's face turned ashen, and she took a deep breath as she placed a hand over her heart. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry." Hudson motioned toward their seat. "Let's sit down and forget I made the inquiry."

Melody nodded, the color still not returning to her cheeks. He pulled  out her chair, and she sat down without saying a thing. As he took his  seat, Hudson tried to figure out why the discussion had triggered  Melody's reaction. Had she and Ian been involved before he married  Annie? While Hudson stewed over Melody's reaction, two middle-aged  couples approached their table. Melody got up and hugged them all.