"Well, what?" Caleb asked. "I just met her. I don't know exactly what this job requires or even if she could stand to have me around."
"Don't throw those scars in here," Aron warned. "She barely looked at them. I want your gut reaction."
Caleb folded his arms. "She seems okay. At least for all of the ninety seconds I've been with her so far."
Aron threw back his head and laughed. "So I should forget that you practically had your tongue hanging out of your mouth?"
"Okay, okay," he grumbled. "She's attractive. I'll give you that. But you're not hiring me to be her stud."
Aron's face sobered. "No, I'm not. But I also don't want you to stand around with a stick up your ass. She's not what you expected, is she."
"Exactly what did you expect, Mr. Branam?"
Both men startled. Neither of the
