Josh, you might have better luck than Caleb did,â Cord suggested mildly.
âHold it,â Josh protested. âWhen did this become my problem? Iâm here to build a house, not to provide counseling services. Besides, I donât even know this woman. Why would she listen to me?â
Cord didnât answer.
âThere wonât be any reason to build a house unless we get Amanda back on board,â Caleb pointed out.
âHey, that suits me,â Josh said.
Cord regarded him with disappointment. âJosh, take a look out there,â he said, gesturing toward the main room. âSee those kids. Who do they remind you of?â
Reluctantly Josh turned to look at Amanda OâLearyâs three children. They were sitting on metal chairs, their expressions glum. Two little boys, who should be out running and playing ball on a Saturday morning, and a pint-size girl with huge blue eyes who looked as if she might cry any minute. She was clutching a worn stuffed bear by one arm. Josh saw himself in each of those solemn faces. Once again he cursed the day heâd ever confided in Cord about his past.
âWell?â Cord prodded.
Josh wondered how different his life might have been if someone had ever sat his mother down and had a heart-to-heart with her about giving him a real home, instead of dragging him from city to city, from motel to motel. He heaved a resigned sigh.
âOkay, where is she?â he asked.
âOver in the corner trying to stay out of Dinahâs path. Dinahâs already tried and failed to persuade her,â Cord said. âKnowing Dinah, sheâs just taking a breather, but maybe you can head her off.â
âI think youâre giving me way too much credit on all fronts,â Josh said. âBut Iâll give it a shot for the sake of those kids.â
Rueing the day heâd ever met Cord, much less agreed to take on the building of this house, Josh crossed the parish hall to where Amanda OâLeary was sitting all alone, her jaw set stubbornly and her chin lifted high.
âMind if I sit down?â he asked, already sliding onto the chair next to her.
âThereâs nothing you can say to change my mind,â she said before he could say another word.
He grinned at her defiance. She might be down, but she was definitely not out. He had to admire her for that. âWhat makes you think Iâm here to change your mind?â
âOh, please,â she said disdainfully. âI saw you with Caleb and Cord. Iâm sure theyâve given you an earful about how stubborn Iâm being.â
Josh grinned. âThey did say something along those lines. To tell you the truth, I get where youâre coming from. I grew up with folks thinking I was the perfect target for their good deeds. It wasnât much fun.â
Amanda regarded him skeptically. âThen why are you over here pressuring me?â
âPressure?â Josh scoffed. âSweetheart, this isnât pressure. This is just two people having a get-acquainted chat. Obviously I know who you are, but since we havenât been introduced, Iâm Josh Parker.â
Her gaze narrowed. âThe builder Cord hired?â
âThatâs me.â
âSo youâre out of work if I donât go along with this thing,â she said with a biting edge of sarcasm. âNot my problem.â
âItâs not about me. I donât need the work.â He studied her intently, then glanced toward her kids. âBut those children over there look to me like they could use a nice home.â
âAnd Iâd love for them to have it, but not if itâs going to split this congregation apart,â Amanda said spiritedly. âThatâs too high a price. Things might be a little cramped where weâre living, but weâve been managing for the last year.â
âWith a little help, I understandâ¦Anyway, Caleb seems willing to pay the