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Max blinked and took a good look at Rosie. Her hair wasn’t blond. It was white. Attractive, but white. Looking a little closer, he guessed her to be in her late sixties. Was she the cook?

His gaze strayed over the other woman and he tried not to gape. She’d removed her apron and her black lace top fit her like a second skin.

“Max.” Mona grabbed his hand. “I assume I can call you Max? And of course, you already know I’m Mona. Mona Lisa.” Pointing to the other woman, she added, “And this here is Rosie Peach.”

“Mona Lisa. Rosie Peach,” Max repeated slowly, not quite able to believe what he was seeing.

Mona nodded. “Candy Kane is out shopping, but she should be home soon. There’s only the three of us these days.”

Max swallowed.

Mona and Rosie exchanged knowing looks. Then Rosie smiled. “Don’t worry, Max,” she said, patting his arm. “There may be snow on the chimney, but there’s still fire in the furnace.”