Was he out of his mind to consider giving Dana Miller full access to Yo, Amigo? He’d seen no evidence of a kinder, gentler side to her. Yet for some reason, perhaps Ken’s frequently expressed faith in his wife’s essential goodness, Rick had to believe that her ingrained attitude of distrust wouldn’t come back to haunt him. Still, what would the kids think when they realized she was there to investigate Ken’s death, when they saw that they were the target of her suspicions? It could unravel every shred of progress he’d made with them over the past couple of years. It could shatter their trust. He couldn’t renege, though. One way or another, she would be underfoot, snooping. He owed it to Ken to keep Dana where he could watch over her, where he could protect her. Somehow he’d have to make the kids understand that. Maybe it wouldn’t be as difficult as he imagined. They were bright. Maybe they would see how much pain Dana was in and would cut her some slack, especially if she managed to keep that tart tongue of hers in check.
