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“Me, too,” Niki confessed. “But mine usually lead to pneumonia. I had it in my early teens. I guess it repeats. It’s so unfair. I don’t even smoke.”

“Neither do I,” Blair replied. “People around me do, however. I came here by way of Saudi Arabia. I was coughing before I got on the plane. It’s probably just the allergy.”

She nodded. But he sounded the way she did when she was coming down with a chest infection. Men never seemed to want to admit to illness. Perhaps they thought of it as a weakness.

* * *

BLAIR DIDN’T GET up for breakfast the next morning. Niki was worried, so she asked her father to look in on their guest. She wasn’t at all sure if he wore pajamas, and she didn’t want to walk in on him if he didn’t.

Her father was back in a minute, looking concerned. “I think I’d better ask Doctor Fred to come out and check him. He’s got a fever, and he’s breathing rough. I think it’s bronchitis. Maybe something more.”

Niki didn’t have to ask how he knew. He’d seen her through pneumonia too many times to mistake the symptoms.

“That might be a good idea,” she agreed.

* * *

DR. FRED MORRIS came out and examined Blair, prescribing a heavy cough syrup along with an antibiotic.

“If he isn’t better in three days, you call me,” Fred told Niki’s father.

“I will.”

“And you stay out of his room until the antibiotic takes hold,” Fred told Niki firmly. “You don’t need to catch this again.”

“It might not be contagious,” she protested.

“But it might be. Humor me.”

She managed a faint smile. “Okay, Dr. Fred.”

“Good girl. I’ll be in my office until late, if you need me,” he told her father as they shook hands.

“Okay. Thanks.”

“No problem.”

* * *

NIKI INSISTED THAT her father call Elise and tell her that Blair was sick and needed her. Todd was reluctant, but he badgered Blair until he got the number. He called her.

Niki never knew what was said, but her father came out of his office cold-eyed and angry.

“Is she coming?” she asked.

Her father made a rough sound in his throat. “She said that’s what doctors are for, getting people well. She doesn’t do illness, and she doesn’t want to be exposed to what he’s got anyway. There’s a ball tomorrow night in Vienna. A friend is taking her.”

Niki felt sick to her stomach. What sort of woman had Blair married, for heaven’s sake?

“It’s not our business,” her father reminded her.

“He was so kind to me, when Harvey attacked me,” she recalled. “I thought he’d found a nice woman who’d want to have children and take care of him.”

“Fat chance, that woman ever having a child,” her father scoffed. “It might interfere with her social plans!”

She sighed. “Well, we’ll take care of him.”

“Mrs. Hanes and I will do that, until he’s no longer contagious,” her father emphasized. “I’m not risking you. Don’t even ask.”

She smiled and hugged him. “Okay, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” He kissed the top of her head. “Poor guy. If it’s this bad and they’ve only been married a year or so...” He let the rest of the sentence taper off.

“Things might get better,” she said. But she didn’t really believe it.

“They might. Let’s have Mrs. Hanes fix us something to eat.”

“I’ll ask her.”

* * *

EDNA HANES HAD been the Ashtons’ housekeeper for over twelve years. She was as much a mother as a housekeeper to Niki, who adored her. When Niki had her sick spells, Mrs. Hanes was the one who nursed her, even when her father was home. He was a kind man, but he was out of place in a sick room. Not that he’d ever been unkind to his daughter. Quite the opposite.

“She’s not coming, then?” Edna asked Niki about Blair’s wife.

“No. There’s a dance. In Vienna,” she replied with a speaking glance.

Edna made a face. “He’s a good man, Mr. Coleman,” she said, pulling out pans to start supper. “I hate to see him married to someone like that. Wants his money, maybe, and not him, as well, but had to take the one to get the other.”

“He said she was beautiful.”

“Beautiful isn’t as important as kind,” Edna replied.

“That’s what I think, too.”

“Pity you aren’t older, my girl,” Edna said with a sigh.

“Why?” Niki asked, smiling.

Edna forgot sometimes how unworldly the younger woman was. “Nothing,” she said quickly. “I was just talking to myself. How about mincing some onion for me, and I’ll get this casserole going!”

“I’d be happy to help.”

* * *

BLAIR WASN’T DOING WELL. Niki managed to get into his room the next day while her father was out talking to his foreman and Edna went shopping.

His chest was bare, although the covers were pulled up to his diaphragm. He had a magnificent chest, she thought with helpless longing, broad and covered with thick, curling hair. Muscular and manly.