Thirteen“Ari, you’re blind. Don’t you see? He wouldn’t do the business with her sugar so she got mad and killed him.”
Candy turned on him, seeking his agreement. When none was forthcoming, her eyes brightened with a new thought.
“Or maybe he tried something on and she hit back. Called her outside on some pretense and then tried to force himself on her. He’s got a reputation.”
“Not for that,” Aristide retorted.
His cheeks flamed at the besmirching of a dead man’s reputation. He knew what it was like to be the target of false gossip.
“Just because he liked the ladies, there’s no reason to blacken his name like this. Quite the opposite.”
She reached over and stroked down his face, curving her soft hand down his jawline in an intimate gesture. “You don’t want to admit it because you fanc
