Christmas morning.
Those fond memories made it almost impossible to imagine Max dead. With nothing of his brotherâs life left to redeem, Ben was left feeling helpless.
âA cook and housekeeper?â Aaronâs eyes widened.
âYou want me to throw her out?â Ben queried, irritated.
Aaron splayed his hands in an itâs-not-my-problem kind of gesture. âItâs your call, but the whole thing sounds fishy to me. I mean, her showing up here in the middle of the worst October snowstorm I can remember, and then asking for a job? Thereâs gotta be a good reason for that kind of behavior. If thatâs not fishy, I donât know what is.â
âWhat other information did you get out of her, anyway?â Joseph inquired.
âNot much. She isnât very talkative.â Benâs admission rankled a little, especially as he remembered how stubborn and evasive sheâd been. âSheâs pretty sick. In fact, we need to make this brief so I can get back in there to see to her.â
âIf it were me, I wouldnât trust her as far as I could throw her.â Aaronâs sure look altered to an instant frown. âWell, maybe not, seeing as how sheâs such a tiny thing.â He nudged Josephâs arm and whispered conspiratorially. âAs small as she is, Joe-boy, a fella could fit her into his coat pocket.â
Relishing descriptions, however lame, Joseph grinned at Aaronâs remark.
âYouâre all talk, Aaron,â Ben dismissed. âYou couldnât turn your back on her either, and you know it.â
âSo, what if youâre wrong about her?â Aaron folded his arms at his chest. âIf I were you, Iâd get that locket from her before she takes off with it.â
âShe already tried to give it back to me.â
âWell, thenâ¦â Aaron held out his hand. âWhy donât you have it?â
Ben met his disbelieving gaze. âI didnât have the heart.â
âOh, for the love ofââ
âGo easy, Aaron,â Joseph cautioned. âYou never know how hard something is until you walk it yourself.â
âIâm not arguing that. Itâs just that Max pulled the wool over Benâs eyes more than once,â Aaron responded then turned to Ben. âAnd I think we all know that he left because of this woman.â
With a tentative shake of his head, Ben raked a hand through his hair. âThat might be what he said, but how do we know itâs true? How can you judge her, if you havenât met her?â
âFacts are facts, Ben. And it was as clear as a mountain stream that Max got in with the wrong crowd,â Aaron bit off, his jaw tensing. âHe always was wild on the vine. I just never thought heâd go so far as to steal from his own kin then walk away without ever looking back. If you ask me, Iâd say that little lady in there had to have played a part.â
Ben peered down at the box Callie had brought. He hadnât wanted to take it from her room, and sure wasnât about to look inside at the contents, but he had to knowif it was the box Joseph had made for Max years ago. That would be just another point of proof in her favor. âI know it doesnât make sense. And I canât say as I trust her, butââ
âIâd be disappointed if you did.â Aaron snorted. âI wouldnât put it past some young, sickly thing sent by Max, to try and con you out of money.â
Joseph shifted his long cane from one hand to the other. âKnowing how hard it was for you to come to grips with the way Max took advantage of you, Iâm not sure why youâd want to take that risk again.â
âIâll admit, Iâve been wrong a time or two.â Aaron took the box from Ben. âBut the lady came here with this one box and the locket. Lord knows she could be lying through her teeth about being married to Maxâeven