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“Did those two sweet things get settled?”
    “They did,” he answered. “I’m taking the guest room across the hall so I can hear if they need anything.”
    “You want me to do it for you? I can take the room across the hall and check on her. You’re not exactly in tip-top shape yourself to be staying up all night.”
    “I’m fine,” he said shortly, fully aware of the irony that he sounded exactly like Eliza.
    Out of habit, he grabbed the dish towel off her shoulder and started drying. After all these years of working for him, Sue knew better than to argue with him or shrug off his help. He grew up working at the Center of Hope Café, the restaurant in Hope’s Crossing his father owned. He had been washing and drying dishes since he was old enough to pull a stool up to the sink.
    “I’m sorry to throw a couple of last-minute guests in your direction. I know you’ve got plenty to do, with the family coming in a little over a week.”
    “Oh, never mind that. How is the poor thing?”
    “Peaked. That’s how my father would have described her.”
    Dermot would have swept into the situation and wrapped Eliza and Maddie under his considerable wing. That’s just the way his pop was, a natural nurturer. Aidan hadn’t inherited those tendencies. His own natural inclinations—and a few bitter experiences—had left him reserved and slow to trust. He kept most people except a reliable few at arm’s length.
    The door to the mudroom off the kitchen opened and a moment later, Jim came in looking like the abominable snowman in a Stetson.
    “You wanted snow, darlin’, you’re getting snow. I was outside for five minutes and look at me. It’s really coming down. I think we’ve had four inches in the last hour. Maybe six, altogether, since it started.”
    “The weather lady said we were in for a doozy,” Sue said. “I love a good storm. Good thing all your Christmas decorations finally got here this afternoon before the snow hit or I might have had to put you to work making paper chains to put on that monster tree in the great room.”
    “They only just arrived? They were supposed to be here by Thanksgiving! I wondered why the tree wasn’t decorated yet.”
    “Better late than never. I guess I know what I’ll be doing tomorrow.”
    Too bad his brother Dylan and sister-in-law Genevieve couldn’t come out to Lake Haven early. He had it on good authority from Charlotte that the two of them were whizzes at Christmas decorating at A Warrior’s Hope, the recreational therapy program his brother-in-law had started to help wounded veterans.
    The idea of his rough army ranger brother—a wounded veteran himself—decorating anything boggled his mind, but then a guy did crazy things when he was in love.
    Aidan had seen plenty of evidence supporting that hypothesis since four of his brothers suffered from that particular malady—Brendan twice, now that he had found happiness with Lucy again after the tragic death of his wife a few years ago.
    “Can you handle everything that needs to be done before the great horde descends?” he asked Sue now as she handed him the big soup stockpot to dry.
    She shrugged. “I’ll do my best. Might need to look for somebody from town who might be in need of a little extra Christmas cash. There are plenty of folks struggling in Haven Point who might appreciate the help. From what I can tell, jobs here are few and far between.”
    A germ of an idea found purchase and began to sprout as he dried the stockpot and set it on a counter. He thought of Eliza, out of a job and a place to live just a few weeks before Christmas.
    He had to help her somehow. Fate couldn’t have thrown her into his path and then just expected him to stand by and ignore her plight.
    While it would be easy to give her a comfortable cash settlement—he wouldn’t call it guilt money but he
did
owe her something—he sensed she would reject him flat if he tried.
    He might not be as good as Dermot at intuitively