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London far too late to do anything other than sleep on a bench the previous evening. Even the cheapest motel had wanted ID and a credit card for payment, and she didn’t have either. Cash she had aplenty.
    Headley Cross had been the seventh stop on the seventh train out of London when she’d woken. She had no idea where she was, but trusted God had a reason for bringing her safely here. Now she needed to find a job and somewhere to live. Not necessarily in that order either, but preferably at least a room before it got dark tonight.
    She could find a hotel, but that would only be temporary and again they’d want ID and a credit card no doubt.
    And a church. She needed to find one of those, too.
    Walking down the High Street, she paused outside the newsagents and read the cards in the window. Room to let…how much a month? She sucked in a deep breath. That was more than the rent on her entire house back home.
    She ran her finger down the glass. Cleaner, gardener, nanny… The ad for the nanny expired today.
    Live-in nanny required for immediate start. Two children age twelve and six. Light household duties, some cooking, cleaning, and laundry. £300 pcm. Ring D. Philips on 07595 648092.
    The job had probably gone, but there was no harm in asking. A live-in nanny position would kill the two proverbial birds with the one stone. Amy pulled out her new pay-as-you-go mobile and dialed the number on the card. She paced as she waited for an answer.
    “Philips.” The curt male voice caught her by surprise. For some reason she’d expected a woman to answer.
    “Hi. Could I speak to a D. Philips please?”
    “Speaking.”
    “My name’s Amy Stabler. I’m calling about your ad for the nanny in the shop window. Has the position been filled yet? The card expires today and—”
    “No, the position is still open.”
    She sucked in a deep breath. “I’d like to apply for it.”
    “Wonderful. I can meet you over coffee to talk about it. Bring your CV with you. There’s a café on the High Street, the Three-Sixteen. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
    Amy looked around, not seeing it immediately. “OK. See you then.” She hung up and then realized she had no idea what the bloke looked like.
    At least finding the café shouldn’t be hard. She hoped.
    Then she paused. She didn’t have a CV and no time to make one up. She’d just have to be as honest as she could and hope and pray it would be enough.
     
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    Dane hung up and looked back at Nate. “What’s that withering glance for?”
    Nate’s eyebrow went higher. “You’re meeting a snout in the Three-Sixteen?”
    Dane shook his head. The Three-Sixteen was a Christian café run by the church both he and Nate attended, Headley Baptist. “No. That was someone asking about the nanny job. I’m going to interview her on my break. The ad runs out today so if she’s no good I need to come up with another plan.”
    “Like an agency that checks out all their staff. Want me to sit in?”
    “And freak her out?” Dane loosened his tie. “No. You can sit at another table and hide behind a paper. Let’s go.”
    “You said ten minutes.”
    “I want to be early. Besides it’s just over the road.”
    Three minutes later, Dane sat at a table in the corner, a mug of gingerbread coffee in his hand, watching people coming in and out. Lord, if this is Your will, let her be the one. She’s the only person who’s enquired, and I’m running out of time.
    Finally someone he didn’t recognize came in. She was stunning and young. At a rough guess he’d say mid- to late twenties. Her long red hair hung in waves to half-way down her chest. Her clothes were creased, yet smart. Nevertheless, she looked weighted down.
    Brown eyes darted around the room. Was she looking for him or someone else? Was that her? She walked to the counter and spoke to Lia, the barista.
    Lia nodded and handed her the drink that he’d already paid for.
    The woman picked it up and walked to his table.