Wisely, Arthur took two steps back, and then another two as they heard footsteps on the porch. Amelia straightened her clothes and pushed back her mussed hair.
The screen door opened a second later and Christian bolted in the door, he too suddenly stopping in alarm as he eyed Amelia and Arthur.
“What the hell are you doing here, Grimes?” he instantly recognized the man.
“Looking for work,” he announced.
“Did you lay a hand on her?”
He smiled broadly. “Defending your father’s bride now, are we?”
“Did he hurt you?” Christian turned his question to Amelia.
“No, no, he didn’t. He was just looking for work. He surprised me; I was scrubbing the kitchen floor.” She hoped that would be explanation enough for her rumpled attire.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m fine. I told Mr. Grimes that Sa
