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groaned. Midnight to eight AM. Just what he needed after barely sleeping last night. “What about my regular tour?”
    “You’re off today. Your two days’ down starts at eight AM tomorrow and then you can return to Tour Two, so shouldn’t be a problem.”
    Yeah, if he actually were able to sleep. Reid tried to focus. He’d be sleeping all day Friday but would be off Friday night, Saturday, and back to work at eight AM on Sunday.
    “Fine. See you tonight.”
    “In your dreams.” Carrie laughed and hung up on him.
    He put the phone down and stared at it for a minute. He had the whole day to himself. What the hell should he do with it? With a grin, he put his travel mug away and took out his favorite coffee cup, filled it to the top. First things first, he decided. He took his coffee to the shabby sofa, clicked on the TV and caught up with the world with his feet up and his shirt off.
    He could get used to this.
    *
    “Ma!”
    Kara peeled open one eye, glanced at the clock. Five-forty. She glanced at the baby’s video nursery monitor. Nadia was standing in her crib, rubbing sleep out of her eyes, curls standing every which way. With a moan, she dragged herself out of bed and managed to climb safely over the gate that had kept Nadia in her room ever since she’d mastered doorknobs.
    “Good morning, Milk Dud.”
    Nadia raised both arms and whined to be picked up. Kara took her and put her instantly on the changing table. “Oh, boy. That’s a wet diaper, isn’t it?” Potty training wasn’t too far over the horizon. With a pang, Kara realized how fast Nadia had grown already. She was nearly eighteen months old already.
    Kara stripped off the baby’s wet pajamas, tossed them into the laundry bin. The baby was sticky and smelly. “Want to take a bath, Nadia?” she asked with a sigh.
    Her daughter’s eyes went wide and she pointed to the bright yellow duck in the corner of her room so Kara detoured and let Nadia pick it up. In the bathroom, she began filling the tub and Nadia dropped the duck into the water with a splash. Fifteen minutes later, she was soaked, the bathroom was half-flooded, but her daughter was squeaky clean again. She dressed Nadia in a fresh diaper and yellow two-piece outfit with a bright pink flower. She scooped up Nadia’s hair into a soft clip at the top of her head.
    In the living room, she flipped on the TV and hit Play on Nadia’s favorite video. Nadia settled in front of the screen, dancing to the cheerful tune. Kara cut up a banana and poured some Cheerios onto a plate and put it on the coffee table. Nadia could pick when she was hungry. She poured her a cup of milk, too.
    Now, she thought with a sigh, she could take care of coffee. She selected a single-serve cup, popped it into the machine, and waited—not patiently—for her travel mug to fill. Once that was done, she carefully fitted the lid to the mug—Nadia was a grabber—and settled on the sofa with her cell phone.
    Today was Thursday. She usually worked every other day in the office. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, she was off, though she did tend to catch up on paperwork while Nadia slept. She was anxious to contact Ronald T. Saxon. She’d left messages yesterday because Mr. Drew had said the client wanted to meet her immediately, but none had been returned. She scrolled through her schedule. Tomorrow was light. If she heard back from Mr. Saxon, she could easily meet him.
    Her phone pinged with a reminder. Jade’s bridal shower was fast approaching, not to mention the wedding.
    Damn it, damn it, damn it! She’d completely forgotten. Well, that’s why her entire life was tapped into her iPhone. Okay, so she would head out on a shopping trip and then take Nadia to the park, let her run around and play. They’d have pizza for supper and hopefully, an early night so that Kara could brush up on the Saxon financials still in her bag.
    Nadia drained her cup and flung it at Kara.
    “Nadia, no. We don’t throw.”
    Unperturbed,