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packed a full bag, hung it on the stroller handle and just in case, added Nadia’s favorite blanket and bear. She checked her email and phone messages but there was still nothing from Ronald T. Saxon. Kara sighed and glanced at the time. Nadia would likely sleep for at least a half hour more so she started doing some research on the man. Old money, inherited since his grandfather had opened the first Saxony House department store. Kara had never shopped there—it was by appointment only. She added a visit to her mental to-do list.
    Ronald T. was a dabbler, she noticed. He’d owned an airline—briefly—and a few casinos. He’d recently modified Saxony House operations to offer sales of last season’s couture to the general public. The events were always well-attended. Kara supposed nobody cared they were wearing last year’s styles. By the time Nadia stirred forty minutes later, Kara had filled pages of a lined pad with notes and questions for her new client.
    She quickly changed Nadia’s diaper, strapped her into her stroller and left the apartment, her coffee mug in the stroller’s cup holder. They walked first to the library on Murray Street, where there was Toddler Time. Nadia loved stories and Kara checked out two books to read at bedtime. It was just before noon when they passed a department store. Stifling a yawn, Kara decided to pop in for a quick look for Jade’s bridal shower gift.
    “Gah.” Nadia pointed at an adorable top.
    “Yes, that is cute, isn’t it?” Kara responded, but kept walking. The top was a beautiful shade of green and suddenly, the rude paramedic in yesterday’s CPR class popped into her head. Yes, the man was handsome, she had to give him that much. He was tall, muscular and had beautiful eyes the color of sea water—
    Ah. That’s why he was in her head. The color of that blouse reminded her.
    She shook her head, amused by the way her thoughts leaped these days, and turned into Accessories. She had no time for men right now and even if she did, she’d choose one she at least liked.
    She examined the purses and wallets and tote bags and suddenly laughed. Where was her brain? Purses and wallets were not bridal shower gifts. Undaunted, she headed down another aisle, but nothing sang Perfect to her. With a sigh, she took out her cell phone and tapped Sabrina’s entry.
    “Hi, Kara. What’s up?”
    “Help!”
    “Uh oh. Shopping?”
    “How did you guess?”
    “Because I’m doing the same thing and was just about to call you.”
    The two women laughed. “I do have one idea,” Bree began. “Jade’s been saying for ages how she wants a real home office. What if we all coordinated and got her—”
    “Stuff for her office? That’s brilliant!” Kara grinned just as Nadia squirmed and squealed in her stroller. She unzipped her bag, pulled out the sippy cup and handed it to her happy baby. Nadia settled down. Kara pushed the stroller to the rear of the store. “Okay. Bulletin boards. Memo cubes. Oooo, organizers. Desk sets.”
    “Oh, I like that idea,” Bree cut in. “Send me a picture.”
    Baby Nadia drained her sippy cup. “Ma.”
    “In a minute, baby.” Kara picked up one of the blotter sets. “I found one that’s beautiful. Blotter, pencil cup, note cube, and a tissue box cover in a gorgeous blue print. Hold on, I’ll send you an image.” Kara tapped her phone, snagged the image and sent it off to Bree.
    Nadia threw her cup out of the stroller just as Bree exclaimed, “Oh, I love this! But what’s that giant letter on the right of the frame?”
    Kara stepped around the baby’s stroller. “Ooo, they’re paperweights. Initial paperweights. Should I get her one for her first name or her last?”
    “The new last name, definitely,” Bree decided. Kara crouched down, found an S and hefted it up. “Okay. Got an S. I’m going to grab the blotter set, too. How about you?”
    “I know this is a long shot, but I saw a gorgeous vintage desk that will go perfectly in