Legacy of Love. Christine Johnson

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      “He did?” Anna choked. “Why would he do that? We’ll pay him back.”

      “Now don’t you go doing that. He insisted, wished us a merry Christmas. What a fine gentleman. He stopped by while you were cutting the boughs. He wanted to make sure you found everything you needed.”

      Anna struggled to piece together this very different picture of Brandon Landers. “He always seems so...gruff, like he’s angry with me.”

      Ma smiled softly. “The Lord puts people in our lives for a reason.”

      “Well, I can’t imagine why he put Brandon in ours.”

      “I’m sure you’ll find out one day. He’s such a nice man...” She yawned.

      Anna glanced outdoors. It must be nearly four o’clock. If they weren’t going to be up all night, they had to start the plum duff soon.

      “Ma, don’t fall asleep. I need your help.”

      Ma answered with a soft snore.

      Oh, dear. Baking had never been Anna’s strong suit. Making the plum duff without Ma’s help would be difficult. What if she burned it? Or got it too dry? What if... Her mind bounced through a hundred calamities. Worst of all, Brandon would come home in two hours and expect supper.

      “I can’t do it myself,” she pleaded. “Why did you tell everyone we’d bring plum duff?”

      Ma just snored.

      Hands shaking, Anna picked up the recipe. She’d have to try or there’d be no plum duff for Christmas Eve dinner.

      * * *

      Brandon heard the clatter the moment he stepped into the house. Something metal, he guessed. Pots and pans, most likely, considering the racket came from the direction of the kitchen.

      “Get out of there,” commanded a very tired and very upset female voice. Anna’s voice. “Get out!”

      His pulse quickened. Someone had broken into the house and was threatening her. Brandon raised his ebony cane to use as a weapon and headed for the kitchen. The room had a swinging door to assist with dinner service. He now realized this could be used to advantage. He pushed it open a crack to get the bearings of the intruder and prepared to whack the man over the head.

      He pressed his face close to the opening and peered into the well-lit room. From this vantage point, he could see only cupboards.

      Bang!

      “You horrible, stupid thing,” Anna exclaimed. “Why won’t you come out?”

      Come out? That didn’t sound like an intruder. Brandon let the door close and lowered the cane. Maybe she’d found a mouse. It was entirely possible, given the age and dilapidation of the house. At least she wasn’t screaming at the top of her lungs. He admired that in a woman. It would be more difficult to play the hero, though, since a mouse could easily outmaneuver a man with a bad foot.

      A thundering crash came from inside the kitchen, followed by Anna’s cry of despair. “I give up.”

      He thought he heard a sob. He definitely smelled something acrid. Smoke wafted out of the kitchen. That had better not be supper, or he’d be eating crackers tonight. Annoyed, he pushed on the door, intending to have a word with her, but before he got it halfway open, Anna gave out a little sob.

      “Why do I have to ruin everything?”

      Her plea wrenched his heart. Poor girl. The oil stove must have overheated. It hadn’t been used regularly in years. The oil lines might have gummed up or the valves stuck. He could do without supper for one night.

      He opened the door to see what could only be described as an explosion. Flour and bits of dark brown goo covered the stove and worktable. Anna sat at the table, dejected, head buried in her hands.

      “What happened?” he asked.

      Her head jerked up, and she stumbled to her feet. “Bran—Mr. Landers. I, uh, I—I—I’m sorry for the mess.” She swiped at her cheeks.

      Not tears. Nothing made him feel more inept than a woman in tears. Should he try to comfort her, or would she only lash out at him? He’d never chosen correctly in the past. Moreover, an employer shouldn’t comfort a young female employee. Except Anna wasn’t exactly an employee. She was a vibrant young woman who lived on his property.

      He flexed his hands, unsure what to do. Deep down he longed to take her in his arms, but he shouldn’t. In fact, they shouldn’t be alone together in his house. Youth might be ignoring convention these days, but he would not. Yet he couldn’t turn her out in this state. Where was Mrs. Simmons when he needed her? It was after six o’clock. Anna wasn’t supposed to be here.

      What should he do? He couldn’t stand to hear her sob.

      He absently picked up a glob of the brown gooey stuff. It smelled rather good as a matter of fact, rich with cloves and spices. He tasted it. The moist cakelike substance melted on his tongue.

      “Whatever this is, it’s delicious.” He tasted another bit and then another. “Quite excellent,” he mumbled, mouth full.

      She hiccuped and lifted her head. “It is?”

      “It is,” he said between bites. “What is it?”

      “Plum duff,” she sniffled, wiping her red swollen eyes on her dress sleeve.

      Didn’t she even have a handkerchief? Brandon pulled out his and handed it to her.

      She promptly wiped her eyes and blew her nose. “Thank you.” She then offered back the handkerchief.

      He grimaced. “You keep it.”

      She withdrew her hand and tucked his handkerchief into her apron pocket, her eyes downcast. “I’m sorry I made a mess of things.”

      He hated to see her spirit crushed. She had stood up to the Neideckers. Why would a little cooking disaster set her spirits so low?

      “No problem.” He cleared his throat. “None at all.”

      That didn’t appear to appease her, for she continued to stare at the black-and-white linoleum floor.

      “Well, then,” he tried again, “whenever I’m faced with a problem, I assess the situation, figure out what went wrong and determine a new course of action.”

      At last she lifted her gaze. Though her lashes were dewy, her expression had narrowed in puzzlement. “Even if I understood what you just said, what does it have to do with my problem?”

      He’d done it again. Without thinking, he’d taken charge as if he was still in the army.

      “Pardon me,” he apologized with a flourish. “I meant, let’s figure out how to solve the problem.”

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