part, the woman was equal handed, giving both the same amount of attention.
No doubt about it, she was good. And, he supposed, he could learn from her. Meghan, and especially Madelyn, looked happier than he remembered them being in a long time.
âYou know, if this decorating thing doesnât work out for youâ¦â Simon began after he realized that he had cleaned his plate not once, but twice. Only the fear of settling in for an evening nap rather than doing the work heâd brought home had kept him from taking a third helping. ââ¦you could always get a job as a chef,â he continued.
Or as an all-round whirling dervish, he added silently.
Humor highlighted her face, fluidly moving from her lips to her eyes. She looked very pleased with herself. He supposed she had every right to be.
âIâll keep that in mind.â Her eyes captured his.
He had no idea what she was thinking, nor why he felt so intrigued by her.
âCould I count on a letter of recommendation from you?â She asked so straight-faced he actually thought she was serious for a moment. Until the slight telltale curve of the corners of her mouth returned and subsequently gave her away.
Simon shrugged. âWhy not?â he replied.
âHigh praise, indeed,â she quipped dryly. âDonâtworry, the only recommendation Iâm interested in has to do with decorating.â She had no intention of doing anything else, ever. âIâve been in the decorating business for a number of years and Iâve ridden out a lot of highs and lows. This dip in the economy is all part of that.â
Although she had to admit it would be nice to get back to the point where she was juggling assignments, looking for a way to squeeze yet another one in, rather than waiting for the phone to ring so that she had something to do. Until this assignmentâif indeed it actually was oneâhad come along, sheâd quietly begun paying Nathan out of her personal account because the business account was close to flatlining.
âAnd speaking of references,â she threw in, switching gears back to his initial comment, âmy references are available for viewing anytime youâd like to look them over.â She had a website, plus an actual physical file where she kept her letters of reference, all of which were glowing.
But Simon waved away her offer, uninterested. âNo need,â he told her.
She looked at him in surprise. He struck her as a belt-and-suspenders kind of man, taking precautions, making sure everything was on the up-and-upâand then devising a backup plan just in case. Did this mean heâd changed his mind about hiring her for the job?
âYou donât want to see my references?â she asked, wondering why heâd suddenly switched courses. Had she said something to offend him?
âRecommendations from people I donât know donât impress me,â he told her. âAn enthusiastic one from someone I know or have dealt withâlike Ms. Sommersâdoes. She seemed to be very high on yourability to, in her words, turn a âsowâs ear into a silk purse.ââ
Since Maizie was her aunt, the endorsement could be misconstrued as nepotism. But while Maizie would never bad-mouth anyone, she would never praise anyone if she felt their work was lacking in any way. She was far too honest to lie.
âNothing quite that drastic,â Kennon assured him. âBut I have been able to turn some pretty awful rooms into lovely extensions of the clientâs home, bringing up the total value of the house.â Warming to her subject, she rose from the table, ready to make a quick run to her vehicle. âIâve got an album of my work in the car that I can show you.â
His words stopped her in her tracks.
Wiping his mouth, Simon retired his fork. âYou can save yourself the trouble, Miss Cassidy. I donât have time to handle the job