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riseand fall of his shoulder. “One happy, satisfied customer is like another. The main thing is the referral.”
    She put down her lipstick tube. Something was rotten in the state of Denmark. “From who?” she asked again. Nathan was being incredibly mysterious—even for Nathan.
    â€œInitially, your aunt Maizie,” he said evasively.
    â€œInitially,” Kennon repeated. He didn’t want to tell her. Why? “And the middleman would be…?”
    â€œOf no interest to you,” Nathan assured her.
    â€œNathan.” There was a dangerous note in her voice. “Who is this ‘mystery’ person and why are you acting like a poor man’s would-be espionage agent?”
    Nathan surrendered, knowing he couldn’t win. “The middle ‘man’ is your mother,” he mumbled. “Satisfied?”
    â€œMy mother,” Kennon repeated, stunned. “And Aunt Maizie? They talked? They actually talked?”
    It didn’t seem possible. Her mother never spoke to her aunt. And she definitely never sought Aunt Maizie out, on that Kennon was willing to stake her life. From what she and Nikki—her cousin and Maizie’s only daughter—could piece together, it had something to do with the fact that Kennon’s aunt had married her mother’s brother, and her mother had not thought that Maizie was good enough for him.
    Her mother was the only one who felt Maizie wasn’t good enough. As for Kennon, she adored her aunt and had told Nikki more than once that she envied her cousin’s relationship with such a forward-thinking woman.
    â€œAnytime you want to trade, just let me know,” Nikki had said to her. At the time Nikki was somewhat upsetbecause she claimed that her mother was forever trying to play matchmaker and set her up with someone.
    These days, Nikki was no longer complaining, especially since, according to what Kennon had heard, Aunt Maizie was the one who had set Nikki up with the sensitive, handsome hunk she had just recently married.
    Kennon supposed that was one thing in her mother’s favor. Ruth Connors Cassidy didn’t play matchmaker, at least not anymore, she thought with a smile. Not since all the eligible sons of her mother’s friends had been taken off the market.
    But Aunt Maizie was making matches like gang-busters. What if her mother had gone to Aunt Maizie and asked her to…?
    No. She was allowing her imagination to run away with her. Her mother wouldn’t do that. Besides, she was through with men. To hell with all of them—except of course for Nathan, she amended. But then, he was more like a brother than a man anyway.
    Kennon frowned into the small oval mirror over the pedestal sink. “Since I look like something that the cat dragged in, why don’t you go in my place?” she suggested.
    Nathan shook his head. “A, you no longer look like something that the cat dragged in. And B, the client said he only wanted to deal with the owner. In case your brain is still a little foggy, that would be you.”
    â€œSince you took the referral, what else do you know?” she asked him.
    â€œOnly that your aunt sold him the house and the man has no furniture. He wants you to furnish his house.”
    There was no point in fighting this, she thought. And maybe this was what she needed, a new project.Decorating a whole house could come to a tidy little commission. “All right, get me the address and I’m on my way.”
    â€œGot it right here,” Nathan told her, taking a folded piece of paper out of his vest pocket. “Printed out a map for you and everything,” he added, opening up the paper and handing it to her with a flourish. “Since I know how GPS-challenged you are.”
    â€œI’m not GPS-challenged,” she corrected him. “I just don’t like a machine telling me where to go.” Kennon looked at him pointedly. “I already get enough