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babysit Edna?” Where he came from, people kept to themselves,they didn’t volunteer to help, especially not essential strangers.
    He certainly was the uptight, suspicious type. She was really beginning to feel sorry for his daughters. “Because you just said—”
    He waved his hand at her explanation, dismissing it. “I know what I just said, but we’re strangers.”
    Was that it? She laughed. “Not for long if I’m going to decorate your house.” She’d already told him that she needed to get to know him in order to do her job—or hadn’t he been paying attention at all? “I can’t think of a better way to get to know you, Dr. Sheffield, than jumping feet first into your life.”
    The image obviously captivated the younger of his two daughters. Meghan started giggling. “Can I watch you jump?” she asked.
    Kennon couldn’t resist running her hand along the little girl’s soft cheek. Meghan was nothing if not adorably squeezable, but she refrained, knowing from firsthand experience and her mother’s annoying great-aunt, that children didn’t like being squeezed.
    â€œIt’s just an expression, honey,” Kennon told her with a laugh. Then she looked at Simon, still waiting for his response. “Offer’s still open.”
    He was not in a position to be picky and he supposed that if this overly friendly decorator came with the real-estate woman’s recommendation—Maizie Sommers had reminded him of his own late mother—at least that was better than finding someone in the classified section and taking his chances.
    Resigned—his back was up against the wall—he nodded and took out his house key. He held it out to the decorator—he’d forgotten her name again. “Thanks. Iappreciate this. By the way, there’s no need to call in your assistant.”
    He almost sounded as if he meant what he said about thanking her, she thought. Of course, it might have helped if he’d smiled when he said it, but she had a feeling that Simon Sheffield didn’t do much smiling. Pocketing the key, she asked an all-important question. “And the name of their school?” she asked him.
    â€œSaint Elizabeth Ann Seton,” Edna murmured weakly.
    â€œEdna, you are alive!” Madelyn cried, overjoyed. She threw her arms around the woman, giving her a fierce hug. Meghan piled on top of her.
    â€œLet her breathe, girls,” Simon warned sternly. The next moment he moved his daughters back, away from their nanny. “How are you feeling?” he asked the woman. He took her pulse again. It was still rapid, but not as reedy as it’d been. The beat was stronger now.
    â€œEmbarrassed,” Edna replied in a voice that still had very little strength behind it.
    â€œNothing to be embarrassed about,” he dismissed crisply. “I want you to rest here for at least a few hours—until I get back.”
    Edna looked dismayed. She tried to sit up, but was too weak for the moment to follow through. “But the girls—” she began to protest.
    â€œAre being taken care of,” Simon assured the nanny. He turned to the woman who seemed to be a godsend—if he actually believed in things like that. “The girls’ school is on—”
    Kennon held up her hand to stop him. “I grew up here,” she told him. “I know where Saint Elizabeth Ann Seton School is.” She began to usher the girls towardthe front door. “By the way, the hospital you’re going to, you said that it was Blair Memorial—”
    â€œYes,” he cut in suspiciously. “Why?”
    Definitely not the most trusting of men, she thought. Did the distrust come naturally to him, or had something caused it, she wondered.
    â€œNothing. I just wanted to say that Blair has a great reputation. My cousin is a pediatrician and she’s affiliated with Blair. Dr. Nicole