goodbye.
âWhat do I do now?â she asked Caleb, feeling lost, when the detective was gone.
âWere all your bank accounts joint?â When she nodded he said, âLetâs go.â
âWhere?â His hand on her arm urged her to move. Mia grabbed her handbag from the hall table and followed Caleb outside. She jerked her arm free of his grip to lock the door. âWhere are we going?â
âTo a bank so you can open an account in your own name.â He held open the door of a luxurious black car. âA bank where you havenât dealt before. Youâll withdraw everything from your old accounts and put it in there.â
âWhy?â Confused and upset with questions tumbling through her brain, not the least of which had to do with Harlan and a dark blueâeyed little girl named Lily, Mia protested, but Caleb was adamant.
âIf my suspicions are right, what you signed were papers giving Trent legal custody of your affairs, which will allow him to drain every resource you have as dry as a stone.â He shook his head when she would have protested. âIf he is released today, he could make the transactions immediately and youâll be broke until everythingâs sorted, which could be a very long time.â
âIâm broke now,â she whispered.
âThatâs according to Trent, who isnât the best source for the truth.â Caleb pulled to a stop in front of a small bank, turned and asked in a harsh tone, âDonât you get it?â
âI get that you believe Trent was stealing from me,â she whispered, afraid to believe it but more afraid to disbelieve this man. âI donât get why.â
âGreed.â Caleb Grantâs face softened as he looked at her. Transfixed by the change of his gorgeous eyes from ice to melted silver, Mia barely flinched when his hand lifted to brush the swath of curls off her face. âIt was greed, Mia.â
âFor money that you think Harlan had.â She sighed. âWhich he didnât. I donât understand.â
âI have a hunch greed is something a woman like you could never understand.â For a moment Calebâs compassion almost undid Mia. Until his mouth firmed and the frost returned to his eyes. âHereâs the bank. Better get the transfer started.â
Despite her reservations, Mia had to depend on him; she had no one else. But she had to be careful. Though she knew little about men, she knew that despite the help heâd given her, Caleb Grant didnât suffer naive women like her easily.
It would take a lot for Mia to trust again.
âI canât be your legal adviser, Mia. I represent Family Ties. Our intent is to seek reparation from your husbandâs estate for his daughter, Lily Jones.â Caleb swallowed. âI have a conflict of interest.â
Wasnât that the truth? Caleb had been all gung ho to oppose Mia when he left his office this morning. Somehow in meeting her, hearing her side of the story and seeing how ill Trent had made her, heâd done an about-face. He now wanted to help Mia, but his own legal position combined with the loss and confusion filling her lovely face during their elevator ride to the twelfth floor made him feel utterly powerless.
âWhat are we doing here?â Mia asked.
âI have a very good friend, a lawyer, who is one of the best. Thatâs who weâre going to see. Sheâs straight as an arrow. You can trust her and I promise sheâll help you.â Caleb wished he could be the one to guide Mia through the difficult parts to come and reassure her each step of the way, though he wasnât clear on why it suddenly seemed imperative for him to protect her. Maybe it was because he hated seeing the innocent conned and Mia was certainly innocent. He now had no doubt about that.
Bella Jourdain was the best in her field. If anyone could get Mia out of the mess her husband and his partner had made, Bella could. Once they were shown into her inner sanctum, he hugged the older woman heartily then leaned back to study her lined face.
âHow come you never get older, Bella?â Caleb asked.
âClean living, kiddo.â Her almost black eyes scanned Mia. âThis is Piaâs daughter?â
Caleb introduced them. Then he laid out the problem for Bella, having received a text confirmation that his office had already faxed her most of the pertinent information on the case so she wouldnât be completely in the dark.
âYou believe the partner, Trent, has been embezzling?â Bella mused, scribbling madly.
âI suspect Harlan Granger was doing the same.â Caleb wished he could spare Mia when she frowned at him as if heâd betrayed her. He continued because it was the only path he knew to get Mia and Lily justice. âMy assistant just dug up old court records indicating that Miaâs mother, Pia Standish, left an in-trust account for her daughter to be administered by Granger until Mia was twenty-one.â
âBut Iâm twenty-three and Iâve never heard of any account,â Mia protested.
âExactly.â Caleb glanced at Bella, one eyebrow arched.
The older woman tapped a pencil against her lips for several seconds, then rose. âYouâll have to leave now, Caleb.â
âBut I havenât finished.â He glared at his old friend.
âYouâve finished here. You represent Family Ties and Grangerâs child. We both know you canât be privy to any further personal conferencing between me and my client. I appreciate your help, but I must protect my client and you. So itâs time for you to leave.â Bella walked to the door and pulled it open. âSorry.â
Knowing she was right but frustrated that he hadnât yet found the answers he sought for Lily, Caleb walked to the door.
âBut heâs been helping me. I want Caleb to stay,â Mia said.
âBella is your lawyer, Mia, and sheâs very good at what she does. Her concern is your interest, and until sheâs got things sorted out, you must listen to what she says,â Caleb reassured her. Funny how quickly heâd come to like Mia, how fast heâd moved from resenting her for Lilyâs sake to trying to help her. âIâll wait outside.â
âOkay.â Miaâs green gaze chided him for abandoning her.
Bella gave him an arch look before she closed the door behind him.
Caleb sat in the waiting room thinking about how vulnerable Mia seemed seated in that big austere office. Only this morning heâd been planning to try to coerce her into offering money for Lilyâs care. He knew now that he wouldnât force her into anything.
That change of heart confused Caleb. But one thing was for sure. He might feel empathy for Mia, want to helpâeven rescue her, but he couldnât let any of those emotional responses sway his goal to obtain justice for Lily. She was the true innocent here. His concern for the lovely Mia, even though sheâd been done wrong, could not affect his professional judgment. But why did God always allow the innocent to get hurt?
He texted his office for an update, glad to be away. Hours of fighting legal battles for clients whoâd been wronged was the reason heâd chipped in for half the ranch with Lara. Heâd seen it as a place to escape his work and since her death heâd been very grateful for the freedom it offered. His birth fatherâs appearance in Buffalo Gap last week had made him even more grateful because too many angry memories from the