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help her buy the furniture?” Meghan asked eagerly.
    â€œWell, I can’t see why not. Sure, by all means, help her,” he agreed.
    This way, the woman would be way too busy dealing with the girls to try to rope him into coming along on any of her shopping trips. He viewed it as a win-win situation.
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    The moment she walked in the door, Nathan put down the bolts of cloth he was working with and sent a scrutinizing look her way, curiosity rising up in his large, brown eyes.
    â€œSo? How did it go?” he prodded.
    Kennon felt not unlike someone who had just endured a marathon and was close to being out of breath, except that she hadn’t run a marathon and she had absolutely no reason to feel that way.
    Dropping her purse onto her desk, she sank down in her oversize, incredibly soft leather chair. “Strangely, very strangely.”
    â€œYou’re going to have to be a little clearer than that,” Nathan told her. He pulled up a chair and planted himself beside her, a vacant vessel eagerly seeking to be filled.
    Kennon began with the basic information. “The doctor has—”
    â€œWait, he’s a doctor?” Nathan repeated the vocation as if it was one step removed from king.
    â€œYes, he’s a doctor,” she pressed on. “And he’s got a brand-new two-story house that’s completely empty, except for a couple of pieces of furniture here and there.”
    Nathan’s appetite was completely engaged and in high gear. Though he only leaned forward, she could visualize him rubbing his hands together. “Great, depending on his tastes and what he wants, that should keep you busy for the next couple of months.”
    She frowned and shook her head. “That’s just it, I don’t know his tastes or what he wants.”
    Nathan didn’t see the problem. “Ask,” he all but commanded.
    She looked at him incredulously. Did he think she was some shrinking violet, afraid to open her mouth? “I did. ”
    â€œAnd?”
    â€œAnd he said I should use my judgment.”
    Nathan looked two steps removed from dancing around her desk with glee.
    â€œEven better,” he enthused. “He gave you carte blanche,” he said, savoring the term. “Carte blanche, Kennon,” he repeated, unable to understand why she wasn’t overjoyed the way he was. “That means that he won’t be getting in the way or underfoot and you can create the house of your—his dreams.”
    That was just the problem. How would she be successful at that if she hadn’t a clue of what the man’s “dreams” were?
    She knew that business had been slow and Nathan was visualizing profits, but that wasn’t all there was to consider here.
    â€œI have a feeling that Dr. Simon Sheffield is a very opinionated man and if I don’t guess right about what he likes and doesn’t like, this venture isn’t going to turn out well at all.”
    Nathan looked at her knowingly, as if he expected her to make a rabbit materialize without the benefit of even a hat.
    â€œHave a little faith, Kennon,” he coaxed, his eyes locking with hers. “I do. Work a little of your magic. Talk to him a little, get the man to come out of his shell.” He beamed at his mentor. He’d had his pick of people to apprentice with and observe. He’d picked her for areason, not by chance. “I never knew anyone who could pick up on people’s vibes the way you can. That’s why you’re so good.”
    A little stunned, Kennon wondered if she should be checking the parking structure for signs of a pod. “Why, Nathan, is that a compliment?”
    One of his thin shoulders rose and fell in an absent shrug. “It could be construed that way,” he allowed vaguely, then warned, “But if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”
    Kennon smiled at him. Just when she thought she could read him like a book, down to his