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calm. So, what was she doing here, at the middle-class stress capital of the world?

      “I’m Nicola, yes.”

      “Well, congratulations. I’m now part of your department.”

      Sarcasm on the first day. Wonderful. “Are you Jamila Engill or Sirena Kegan?”

      Frowning, the girl said, “Jamila Engill.”

      “Pretty name.” She wondered what Jamila meant. No doubt Koldo would have known.

      “You have two new hires?”

      “Yes.” Nicola tugged the lapels of her sweater closer together to ward off the chill blasting from Jamila’s attitude. Okay, fine. It was from the overhead vent. “Please, have a seat and we’ll get to know each other.”

      Jamila marched into the office and slammed onto the far chair. Chin high in the air, she twined her hands in her lap and kept her gaze narrowed on Nicola, her back ramrod straight.

      They were gonna have fun together, she could tell.

      Five days ago, her very jittery, very irritable boss told her that he’d decided to hire two more accountants. Shock had nearly drilled Nicola to her knees. She’d been begging for a new hire for months, and every time she had been told to “make do.”

      Currently, she was doing the work of five people. At first, she had managed. After Laila’s hospitalization, she’d begun to fall behind.

      “So … what will be expected of me?” Jamila asked tightly.

      Nicola explained a little about the operating system, and even though she hated sharing personal information with a stranger, she added, “I’ll be as much a help as possible as you learn, but the truth is, my sister is … dying—” even voicing the word was difficult “—and she … Well, I’m being pulled away from the office more and more.” Sooner or later, Jamila would have found out anyway. Phone calls would have come in, paperwork would have blasted through, or coworkers would have mentioned it.

      This way, it was out in the open from the start.

      Jamila leaned back in a pose that should have relaxed her. Instead, she appeared more rigid. “I’m sorry.”

      People always said that. Nicola wondered what Koldo the Honest would have said.

      Just the thought of him caused her heart to flutter. She cleared her throat. “Sometimes we have to confront employees who haven’t turned in their books. They’ll make excuses, but you’ll have to stay on them.”

      “That won’t be a problem.”

      No flinching, and no paling.

      “Good, then you should do fine.” Unless you keep glaring at me like that.

      “Hey, y’all. I’m Sirena, and I’m reporting for duty.”

      Nicola’s attention shifted to the girl now standing in the doorway. She was taller than Nicola by an inch, maybe two, and wore an ill-fitting black jacket and matching pair of slacks, with a pink button-up top breaking up the darkness. Her hair was long and blond and as straight as a board. Her eyes were as wide as a doll’s, a mix of brown and blue; a pair of horn-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.

      “Oh, my,” she said, shutting the door behind her. She glided to the other chair and eased down, then extended a small gift basket. “This is for you. I was just so excited to work with you, I couldn’t help but show it.”

      How sweet. “Thank you.” Nicola accepted the offering with a smile. A jasmine body wash and a lotion scented with honeysuckle.

      “Look at this place.” Sirena gazed around. “It’s not big, but it’s homey and wonderful, isn’t it?”

      Homey? Wonderful? Not even close. The room boasted plain white walls and a concrete floor painted gray. The only furniture was the desk, Nicola’s chair and the two chairs in front. Not one of the three had a cushion.

      Her first few months in the office, Nicola had hung pictures of her family on the walls, but every time she’d looked at them, memories had flooded her.

      She’d heard her mother shout, “What are you doing, laughing like that? Excitement of any kind isn’t good for you. Do you want to die and send me spiraling into another depression?”

      She’d remembered her father patting her on the head and saying, “Every night I go to sleep afraid I’ll never again see my beloved girls.”

      Well, his fear had come true, but not for the reason he’d thought. His life had been cut short by a drunk driver, and he hadn’t seen them again.

      Pictures of Laila only served to remind her of all she would soon lose. Her best friend, her confidante, her cheerleader. Her very heart.

      “You’ll be able to decorate your cubby however you like,” she said, fighting a quiver in her chin.

      “I can’t wait!” Sirena’s happy tone chimed.

      Jamila stiffened, as though offended.

      A knock boomed from the door. The entrance swung open before she could bid the person on the other side to enter. Dexter Turner peeked his head inside. He had a full head of dark hair and brown eyes that were puppy-dog sweet.

      “Hey, Nicola, I was wondering—” His gaze landed on Jamila, widened, slid to Sirena, widened still more, before finally settling on Nicola. He gulped. “I, uh, didn’t know you had company.”

      “I can leave if you want,” Sirena said, eager to please.

      “You’re fine,” Nicola told her, not wanting the women to vacate just yet. Dex had asked Nicola out several times, and she’d always told him no. In high school, she and Laila had been forbidden to date for their own good. Then, after their parents had died and they’d been on their own, they’d both gone a little crazy, going out with anyone who asked.

      Granted, only five guys had asked Nicola. But then, she was glad there hadn’t been more. She had hated every minute of every date. The nervousness had been too much for her, especially since each of the boys had expected her to be more experienced than she was, considering her age. She had stuttered, and she had squirmed in the uncomfortable silences that followed.

      After vomiting before the last one, and nearly passing out during dinner, she had decided not to date until her doctors discovered a way to regulate her heartbeat once and for all.

      Not Laila, though. Laila had flourished under the attention. A few months ago, she’d even made a go of a serious relationship. But the two had fought and fought and fought, and all that strife had put a strain on her body. She’d ended up in the hospital. Of course, when the doctors told her that she would never leave, the guy had walked away and never come back.

      “I’ll just catch you later,” Dex said, and shut the door.

      Several beats of silence passed.

      “Is he yours?” Jamila asked.

      “Nope,” Nicola said. “I’m single.”

      “Well, I think you two would make an adorable couple,” Sirena said, her hand fluttering over her cheek as if she were flushing. “Just adorable.”

      The phone rang, and Nicola picked up the receiver, grateful for the distraction. “Nicola Lane’s office.”

      “Miss Lane?” A strong male voice. Familiar.

      “Yes,” she said, her heart suddenly pounding erratically.

      “This is Dr. Carter at County General.”

      Dread spiked, and she experienced a rush of dizziness. “What’s happened?”

      “Nothing good, I’m afraid. Your sister has taken another turn for the worse. How soon can you get here?”

      WHAT DID I DO to deserve this? Koldo had spent the past

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