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and fifty pounds, dressed in a brilliantly colored, tropical print muumuu, and had skin the color of deep, rich, bittersweet chocolate.
    "You’re Cam the Man?"
    "I am."
    "I'm Sapphire," she said, sitting down on the couch that graced one wall of the office. "And I'm here to tell you that I like your style."
     
    * * *
     
    It was one of the longest days of his life.
    He almost gave up. But he wouldn't give Jules the satisfaction.
    Then she walked through the door.
    Nancy Kilpatrick wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind but she was young, healthy, and cute in her own way.
    The perfect brood mare.
    What she lacked in the intellectual department she more than made up for in charm.
    "I think I'm late," she muttered as she backed into the office. She was juggling a bag of groceries and a coffee in one hand, a pile of textbooks in the other.
    "Who are you?" he asked from his horizontal position on the couch. His eyes were closed and he had the beginnings of a migraine.
    "Nancy. I had an appointment at six."
    "It's seven-thirty."
    "I know. I mean, I got on the BART, and I think I must have taken the wrong exit. My sense of direction's lousy but I just moved to the city and I—"
    He sat up and narrowed his eyes. She'd set her groceries and textbooks down on his desk, had taken the lid off her coffee cup and was attempting to take tiny sips of the hot liquid.
    She was of average height, busty and blond. Her eyes were blue and she had freckles across her pert little nose. She looked like one of the milkmaids in a National Dairy Council Ad.
    "How old are you?"
    "Twenty-two."
    "Healthy?"
    "As a horse."
    "Your mother have trouble giving birth?"
    "I'm one of twelve."
    "You like babies?"
    "I adore   them."
    "You're hired." He lay back down on the couch, then muttered, "Get Mrs. Monahan in here with the contract and tell me if there's anything about the agreement that bothers you."
    "What?"
    He opened one eye and looked at her, exhaustion etched in every line of his elegant face.
    "Do you want the job or not?"
    Her pretty face lit up with excitement.
    "Are you serious?"
    "Perfectly."
    "I can't believe it!"
    "Do you mind taking a medical exam?"
    "Wow, just like Princess Diana!"
    There would certainly be no shortage of stimulation at the dinner table. Though Cameron sensed Nancy wasn't exactly an intellectual giant, she had a vibrancy and an open, sunny disposition that forced him to smile.
    "I trust I'll be a little less insensitive than Prince Charles."
    "Oh, no, I mean—" A brilliant blush ran up her neck and washed her translucent skin with bright color. "When I saw your picture in the paper, I thought... I mean... you're a pretty sexy guy."
    He was sitting up now, watching her.
    "So I've been told."
    "Chief?" Mrs. Monahan raced into the office. "Did you call me?"
    "Yes. I'd like a copy of the contract."
    "Oh, that reminds me. Miss Larkin was here and she delivered an addendum—"
    "Let me see it."
    Nancy was watching their interplay, blowing on her coffee all the while, trying to cool it.
    He glanced at her books as Mrs. Monahan rushed out of the room.
    "What are you studying?"
    "Psychology and human sexuality."
    He smiled and resisted the obvious retort.
    "There's something I was kind of wondering about," she said hesitantly.
    "Tell me."
    "Remember how you said whoever did this would get free rein with your charge cards?"
    His smile faltered.
    "Yes?"
    "Could I..." She took a deep breath then let the words out in a rush. "Could I simply have some money to pay my tuition until the end of the semester? Instead of clothes, I mean?"
    The smile returned to his face.
    "If you give me a child, I'll pay for your entire undergraduate degree and your master's, as well."
    She let out the breath she was holding as Mrs. Monahan came back into the room, contract in hand. Cameron smiled down at Nancy, relieved.
    He'd found the mother of his child.
     
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