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last disgruntled comment, Nathan surprised her. It kept things fresh, she mused.
    â€œAs long as I know, that’s all that matters.” His words replayed in her head and she paused abruptly, thinking.
    Because she’d stopped talking, Nathan looked at her, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to hone in on her thoughts.
    â€œI can hear the wheels turning in your head,” he told her. “What’s going on in there?”
    â€œMaybe a little strategy,” she replied, considering her next move.
    Nathan grinned from ear to ear. “That’s my girl,” he declared with feeling. The next moment, Kennon rose to her feet again and tucked her bag strap over her shoulder. “Where are you going?”
    â€œBack to the battlefield,” Kennon replied, tossing the words over her shoulder. “I intend to get to know the subject whether he likes it or not.”
    She had more in mind than just that, but this wasn’t the time to fill Nathan in on her game plan. First shewould see just how entrenched she needed to get into Dr. Sheffield’s life. And that was the Kennon Cassidy he knew and loved, Nathan thought. “You go get ’im, boss,” he called after her.
    Kennon didn’t bother turning around. She had work to do.
    I fully intend to, Nathan. I fully intend to.
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    Simon glared and willed the doorbell to be silent.
    But it rang again.
    Because the girls were within earshot, he swallowed the oath that rose to his lips. He didn’t feel like putting up with anyone. Moreover, he wasn’t expecting anyone. There wasn’t anyone to expect, especially since they were new to the area and, other than the chief of surgery and the principal of the girls’ school, neither of whom had any reason to be ringing his doorbell, he didn’t actually know anyone yet.
    Just then, Meghan ran by him like a shot, her focus, the front door.
    â€œHold it, Meghan!” he called out, exasperated as he came to life and ran after her. “I told you never to let anyone in.”
    Looking crestfallen, his younger daughter halted mid-dash, her mission suddenly aborted. “Sorry, Daddy. I was just trying to help.”
    He was on the verge of lecturing her that there was a right way and a wrong way to “help,” but she seemed so sad and so earnest at the same time, he found he hadn’t the heart to reprimand her. Instead, he decided to make no comment, feeling it might be better that way.
    These days, he operated with a shorter fuse, muchshorter than usual, and he didn’t want to risk saying anything in anger that would upset either one of his daughters. Their feelings were particularly fragile and he wasn’t given to apologies. He would have no idea how to reinstate himself into their favor should he ever do anything to bruise their feelings and cause them to look upon him with either fear or a childish sort of disdain.
    By the time the doorbell rang for a third time, he’d reached it. Yanking the door open he all but shouted, “Yes?” only to find Kennon Cassidy standing on his doorstep. Again.
    A definite sensation of déjà vu washed over him. As did an unexpected, warm feeling he immediately banked down. He did his best to collect his temper and lower his tone. “Did you forget something?”
    Now here was a man whose very voice could scare off burglars, she thought. Lucky for her she wasn’t faint of heart. “Yes, that you had no actual pots and pans beyond the one I used for soup.”
    And what did that have to do with anything? he wondered. He glanced at the large box she held. By the way she boosted it, he figured it had to be heavy. “And what? You bought a set for us?”
    â€œNo, I’m lending you a set.”
    As she confirmed his suspicions, Simon took the box from her. He was right, these were heavy. The woman was stronger than she looked.
    â€œThese are mine,” she told him, following him