Murder Under The Mistletoe

Unless he was already mixed up in it.

The thought shook her to the core.

No. She wouldn’t, couldn’t, believe such a thing. Despite how uncomfortable he made her feel at times, Rob was a God-fearing man. Or at least he had been once. He’d been a friend of her parents for as long as she could remember. Despite the unsubstantiated suspicions that he’d been responsible for the fire that had claimed his family, he deserved the benefit of the doubt from Heather. Didn’t he?

“Heather?” Rob called, sounding worried.

“I have to answer the door,” she said to Tyler. “My parents trust him.”

Though his expression wasn’t pleased, Tyler gave her a sharp nod. His hand rested on his holstered weapon.

Heather opened the door. “Rob, we weren’t expecting you this early.”

He tried to peer around her. “I wanted to make sure you were all right.”

Was his concern real or a ploy to garner her trust? She stared at the man who’d become a surrogate grandfather to Colin after her parents were killed and searched for the answer to her question. In all honesty, she didn’t know that much about Rob, but she had always trusted him with her son whenever they’d come home for a visit.

Now she wasn’t sure who she could trust.

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